Harry: Crabbe thinks you're mad at him because he's running for Yule Ball King.
Draco: Oh my God, I'm not mad at him, I'm worried about him. I think somebody nominated him as a joke or something, I mean nobody votes for him, he's gonna have a total meltdown, and who's gonna have to take care of him, me!
Harry: So, you don't think anyone will vote for him?
Draco: Harry, he's not pretty, I mean, that sounds bad but whatever. The Yule Ball King is always handsome. And the crazy thing is, is that it should be Goyle, but, people forget about him because he's such a slut. Anyway, I gotta go, I'm going to bed.
Harry: Well, He's not mad at you.
Crabbe: Hold on!
Harry: Are you ok?
Crabbe: Shhhh
Goyle: Hello?
Crabbe: If someone said something bad about you, you'd want me to tell you, right?
Goyle: No.
Crabbe: What if it was someone you thought was your friend.
Goyle: What are you…? Hold on, other line.
Crabbe: I'm not taking this anymore.
Harry: Good for you Vincent!
Goyle: Hello?
Draco: Lets go out.
Goyle: Okay. hold on, I'm on the other line with Crabbe.
Draco: Don't invite Crabbe, he's driving me nuts.
Goyle: Hold on.
Draco: Ok, hurry up.
Goyle: It's Draco, He wants to hang out with me tonight but He told me not to tell you.
Crabbe: Do not hang out with him.
Goyle: Why?
Crabbe: You don't want me to tell you.
Goyle: Ugh, you can tell me, hold on…Oh my God, he's so annoying.
Crabbe: Who's is?
Goyle: Who's this?
Crabbe: Crabbe.
Goyle: Right, hold on…
Goyle: Oh my God, he's so annoying.
Draco: I know, just get rid of him.
Goyle: Ok, what is it?
Crabbe: Draco says everyone hates you because you're such a slut.
Goyle: He said that?
Crabbe: You didn't hear it from me.
Harry: Little harsh Vincent.
Crabbe: Ugh, whatever, he has a right to know.
Goyle: I can't go out "cough cough" I'm sick.
Draco: Boo you whore.