Andrew: What are you talking about, you feel stupid? You just walked in here and insulted me for ten minutes.
Georgie: That was different. I was mad.
Andrew: You have to be mad to talk?
Georgie: No, come on—I don't know—
Andrew: I could make you mad.
Georgie: No, you couldn't. You're too nice.
Andrew: Fuck you.
Georgie: —Andrew—
Andrew: Fuck you. Come on. Fuck you.
Georgie: Yeah, fuck you too.
Andrew: Fuck you.
Georige: Fuck you.
Andrew: Fuck you.
Georgie: You look really stupid saying fuck you—
Andrew: Fuck you. Fuck you! Fuck you.
Georgie: Andrew, stop it. Cut it out. It sounds weird when you say it. You shouldn't talk like that.
Andrew: You talk like that all the time! Georgie: I'm different. I mean, I know how to swear. You don't. It's like, fuck you. Fuck you. Or, you know, fuck you. It's just—you know. You got to know how to say it.
Andrew: Fuck you.
Georgie: Forget it. You look really stupid. You look the way I look when I try to talk like you.
Andrew: You've tried it? Really? I must have missed that day.