“Come on, Brittany! Aren’t you supposed to be a drug dealer? Give me drugs! Look, I’m here as a client, not your fucking lover, okay? Just sell me the blow now. I hit you up for coke, not some domestic argument. You’re trying to yell at me about our relationship and how I’m a dog and a fiend. Oh, I’m a dog? I’m a fiend? You can’t call me that. Maybe if I was coming to you as your boyfriend, then you could call me that. I’m not here as your fucking boyfriend though. I’m here as your fucking client. Treat me as a fucking client. I don’t want that lovey dovey shit right now, I want some goddamn drugs. Can’t I get some goddamn drugs? No, don’t try to hold  y hand! Quit that shit! Listen, I can do that tomorrow or once I get high, but get me high! I’m here with cash in hand, Brittany. I’m a buyer, not a lover.

“Listen, I know this may all seem harsh. I am sorry for how harsh I’m being right now. It’s just you’re really pissing me off. Seriously, I’m not wanting this right now. I just want drugs. In fact, you know what? You know what? Put a coat on. You look really hot right now and it’s driving me mad. I’m not here to fuck around. Yeah, put this winter jacket on. Put some pants on too. I don’t wanna see your legs. You may as well wrap your entire head up too. You have really nice hair and a gorgeous face. Put a hat on. I’m your customer, not your lover right now. I can’t see it. Wrap yourself up. We need to be ugly right now. NO SEX! Not until I’m high, at least. Okay, can I have my drugs now? Hey! I told you no hand holding! Not unless there are drugs in them! Come on, Brittany, what’s your problem? You’re supposed to be a dealer, so deal! Deal to me!”

“Okay,” said Brittany.