"Hello?"
"You have reached Jade's automatic 'Fuck Off' system. For an insult, press one. For a beating, press two, for a—"
"A fucking press 3, because apparently that's the name of your little system, isn't it?"
"What do you want, Harris?"
"A fuc—"
"Don't even finish that sentence."
"Jade, why did you come in today?"
"I was sick, didn't Beck told you?"
"Beck isn't talking to me."
"…"
"Jade, what did you tell him?"
"…"
"Jade?"
"I told him I dreamt about you."
"…what, exactly?"
"I had sex with you, a lot of times, in a lot of places."
"So, it's basically something normal of our daily activities, isn't it?"
"Funny."
"But you guys have been broken up for a while, does it still bother him that much?"
"Well, I guess it make him super comfortable with his ex and his best friend constantly mating like wild animals."
"Don't be so crude, girl."
"Bite me."
"Already did, remember? Stop hiding your neck with your blue strands of hair."
"I can't win with you, can't I?"
"Babe, you always win."
"I do."
"So, meet me at the park at seven?"
"You don't mind having a sick girlfriend?"
"You are always sick."
"If I didn't like the way you fuck so much I'd kick your balls."
"Yes, oh mighty Dragon of the West, you only like me for my sensual skills."
"Fucking skills, say fucking skills."
"No."
"Why?"
"It sounds dirty"
"Well, it isn't rainbows and sunshine either."
"I love to make love to you, Jade."
"Shut up, you cheesy little prick."
"I love you too."
"Whatever."