Maybe I'm just a magnet for trouble. And I've got friends! Well, not many. A few. Couple of 'em.
. . . . What's it to ya whether I have friends or not?!
Oh, so ya get to call me ugly all ya want, but I call ya a bitch once and all of a sudden it's the reason why I'm lonely? I ain't even alone all the time!
Of course I run into a goddamn bitch as soon as I come back . . . .
You're crazy as hell if ya think I'm ditchin' how I style my hair. I make it look damn good, whether ya think so or not.
( every last one of them. If she valued her time in not being on the receiving end of everything he had to offer, she shouldn't irritate him so much. )
Tch, 'bout as much as I can when ya ain't pissin' me off.