I sleep perfectly fine at night,you know with my big bed with clean silky sheets. I sleep fine.
The likes of me? You do realize that you just admitted that i had some type of appeal. Of course I am,Carmen. Why else would I say that. Rodney only has eyes for..well not you but whoever his type is.
I’m not pretending,I’m just saying you don’t like accepting the facts.
Wow, I’m so envious. Oh so envious. How do I possibly manage existing like this?
Actually, I didn’t. You really should retake some courses in high school, because you obviously don’t understand patronization and sarcasm when you hear it, doll. I was implying that you’re easy.
I can’t accept the facts? Says the girl who’s convinced that everyone loves her. You’re pathetic, Rose. The sooner you accept that, the better off you’ll be. Then again, please take your time in doing so. I could care less about your well-being.
No it’s called getting careless. You’re not worth the energy to insult.
Right,right. You do realize they are guys right? I’m sure,if anything they are complimenting. I mean just ask Griffin or Rodney. I’m not the poor one here,memeber? You don’t know your own greasers,what a bad mama you are.
Whatever helps you sleep at night, Rosalina.
You’re kidding me, right? Griffin and Rodney? I wouldn’t put it past Griffin to be with someone of the likes of you, but Rodney? You’re bluffing.
I know my Greasers, Rose. Don’t you dare pretend for a second that I don’t.
Are you sure it wasn’t your voice? I mean I have heard baby Nat cry from miles away and it’s always when you speak. Funny.
That’s funny you say that,because I know a lot of your greasers who would disagree with you. I guess your body isn’t cutting it anymore,then again was it ever?
You’re getting rusty, Nash. Using my own insults and throwing them right back in my face is so unoriginal.
No Greaser of mine would ever disagree with me on that issue, Nash. Are you sure they weren’t just patronizing you? Oh, you poor thing. You don’t know the difference between the two.
It’s the sound of me gaining a hundred pounds and losing my body.
Do you hear that? It’s the sound of children crying at the nasal shrilling your voice creates when you open your mouth.
Well something needs to knock down that disgusting ego of yours. Though I must say, there wasn’t much body to lose in the first place, it was already well on its way to the dump, Rosey.
