"Hey. It's me. You still mad?"
"What do you think?"
"Oh, calm down. It's just Herpes. It's not like it's the AIDS or nuthin'."
"Are you fucking kidding me? What if I sat down and started drinking poison right in front of you? Would you let me do that? Because it's the same thing!"

"Um. What kind of poison?"
"Who cares? POISON."
"Well, I mean, like really old poison that might not make you sick at all but tastes really good?'
"FUCKING POISON, ASSHOLE!"
"No, no. I get that. But, you know, there's degrees n' shit. I mean, if it's just going to make you sick for awhile, but I still get head...I mean...that'd be okay, right?"
"It's fucking poison. I could die. Right there. Right now. You just gonna watch?"
"Probably not."
"PROBABLY not?!?!"
"Well, again, I mean, if we're right in the middle of something, and you just sorta do it...I mean, you know how much I hate to slip outta the groove thang."
"We're through."
"Stop being such a baby."
"WHAT IF I PUT A GUN TO MY HEAD?!?!"
"NOW you're talking."