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PREVIOUSLY…

We need to renegotiate the weeks. I barely saw Cloe this week.

Cris, changing it up every couple of days is madness.

I need more flexibility.

Will we ever do things together again, the three of us?

Look, we can do things together when we change weeks.

We had a fucking good couple of weeks.

Cloe is so happy and everything's going so smoothly.

If you get along so well, why did you break up?

I never have an afternoon off, and I'd like to spend it with my daughter.

But this is my week.

No, not later. I'm going to pick her up.

- Don't get involved. - You're the one who involved us.

- This is not how you do things. - We said we would be flexible.

Can I try to understand why you are doing this?

I'm gonna become the technical director. I want to use all the time I have left

to be with Cloe.

It will be better if both of us find a lawyer.

- Our lawyers will do the talking? - That's right.

And they said they would be friends.

No, no, no.

No way we're not making demands of each other, right?

I want to claim alimony.

- Like a housewife? - Exactly, exactly. What's the matter?

Didn't I spend more time with Cloe at home?

Thanks to that, she worked as much as she wanted, and more.

- I want my part. - Dammit, Diego.

Thank goodness you agreed to do this amicably.

Well, that was before.

All of this has to be decided now?

Diego, if you were in class instead of smoking joints,

you would know that all this must be in the agreement.

Once it's signed by both parties, it will be your Bible.

Yes, custody, holidays, not just for summer,

but also for Christmas, Easter, or any kind of celebration.

Father’s Day, Mother’s Day, birthdays, if she has her First Communion…

No, definitely not.

She's not even baptized. We agree on that.

But that must be put in writing, my dear.

Whether the girl goes to a public or private school, agreement.

Whether she gets vaccines or not, agreement.

Whether she wears her hair long or short, agreement.

- All of that has to be in there? - You would be surprised by the weird stuff

some people ask me to write in their agreements.

I had two recently that wanted to swap every day.

Well, that doesn't seem so weird to me. I want to swap every two days.

That's not negotiable.

But that'd be a pain, right?

- Paqui! Aw, you look so pretty. - You look great, girl.

- My goodness. - The place looks so different.

- It was so nice before. - My daughter, she made it hipster.

Look, have you seen the photo…?

She just had an Irish coffee.

Don't you remember she would always be drinking when she was here?

- Why did you call her? - It wasn't me, it was Mom.

She got so annoying, saying she was the best lawyer,

so just to shut her up…

- What is this? - A gin and tonic.

Take out the ice and add more gin. I didn't ask for a slushy, love.

Hey. How is it going?

Here, we're just getting alimony from Cris.

Good thing you were planning on being independent.

Excuse me, Dad, but I've just been hired by the NDA,

National Diabetics Association.

With that and a couple more clients, I have enough.

It's not about the money, it's a matter of justice.

Look at that, you never really liked law, and now you're trying to be a judge.

Lawyer-client meetings are confidential, right?

If you don't mind…

- Diego! - Point seven.

Sainz Pardos.

Of course, I know them. I've faced those assholes many times.

Always defending the elite. My firm prefers lost causes.

- Excuse me, do I look like a lost cause? - Sweetie, that thing about the two days…

Mom, please, I'm talking with my lawyer.

Don't worry. If you want to swap every two days,

Paqui will get you two days,

but it's vital that you let me do my thing.

Now, you should avoid talking with Cris until the agreement is signed.

Swap Cloe at the school.

Try not to see each other. Understood?

No worries, that's not my intention at all.

That's the last thing I would want right now, to see her.

FRIENDS!!!!! PAULA

This Saturday I'm celebrating my 40th!! BBQ at our new place. Who's coming?

Mom.

You have no time to be going to barbecues.

SHARED CUSTODY

EPISODE 3 THE BARBECUE

- Diego! - What's up, Suso, man?

- How are you? - How are you?

Good. And you? How are you? Come on in, you're the last ones.

- Damn, we came by bus. And with the rain… - Just a few drops.

- A little something. - Nice.

- Let's take this off, Cloe. - How nice. Damn, man!

- Wow, you bought a huge house, didn't you? - Yeah. Well, I worked hard for it, huh?

Yeah, your father worked a lot, yes.

Excuse me, but I work more hours than a clock can count.

Yeah, bullshit.

- Oops! - Swearing, Dad, that's a coin.

I don't have one now, honey. I'll give you one later.

It's weird that your father goes around penniless, Cloe.

What a shame.

Mm-hmm.

- That bike? - It's not a bike. It's a collector's item.

- Ah. - Hmm.

- Excuse me, you were…? - Marga.

- Marga. Cris. - A pleasure.

- We met the other day at a concert. - Rusowsky's.

- Mommy! - Honey!

When they have kids, they leave you hanging like that.

Let me see. You look so pretty. You have so much to tell me.

Wow, wow, wow.

Hey, no, no, no. Kids, no. Kids aren't allowed inside the house.

Only if it's to use the bathroom, and they're accompanied by an adult.

- How are you? - Good.

I thought you wouldn't come.

- Why? - Because I was coming.

Sorry, but Paula has been my best friend since forever.

- Well, but it's my friend group. - Since when?

- Since college? - Excuse me, we have

the same amount of people here from law school as my neighborhood.

No, no, no, Cris, you're wrong. Look, Suso, Andrés…

- Hi. - …Mariana.

- No, no, not Mariana. - Why not?

- Why? - Mariana is from my neighborhood.

With Carla and Paula, there are more of us.

Neighborhood comes before college.

- Diego. - How are you?

Happy birthday. How are you?

Thanks. Guys, I'm so happy to see you both here.

That's the best gift you could give me.

I wouldn't miss it. You're my best friend.

And I introduced you to the love of your life.

Who are we talking about? That one? Well…

What do you mean "That one"? What's with "That one"?

Hey, it's nice to see you getting along.

- You're such an example. - Hmm.

- Hi, Diego. How are you? - How are you, Bea?

- How is it going? - Good, and you?

Great. Paula, I can't find the bowls for the salads.

- Are we eating inside or not? - No, not inside.

Yes, but, honey, look at the weather.

We can all squeeze together under the covered terrace

and it will be fine.

Hey, you were right about Cris and Diego? That's a relief, to be honest.

I thought it would affect the group, you know?

No way, I told you. They're getting along so well.

Look, just the other day, both families went together to pick up Cloe from school.

- Andrés and I couldn't believe it. - No wonder.

No, hey! Hey, you guys, don't!

♪ On the bright side of the road ♪

It's a pretty big house, right? To each their own, and all that.

Sounds good to me.

- ♪ From the dark end of the street ♪ - ♪ From the dark end of the street ♪

♪ To the bright side of the road… ♪

They're looking for someone like you at my office.

A social media content specialist. Would you be interested?

Of course, I'm interested, I need more clients.

No, no, it's not a freelance job.

It's at the office, full-time, 08:00 to 06:00.

No, with those hours,

I wouldn't be able to drop Cloe off or pick her up from school.

Like everyone else… …you have to be more flexible.

They could be more flexible, right?

Man, I had to deal with that kind of shit, working as anything to pay for my studies.

And look, in the end, I'm not even working as a lawyer.

You need to wake up

and change that attitude if you want a good job.

Hey, hey, I had shitty jobs too. I mean…

Yeah, and you left them after the first minor inconvenience,

you bastard? Because you could.

Diego, man, what I can't understand is why you don't work at your father's firm,

like I do at my dad's. You're your own boss and that's it.

No way, man. I'd rather be a... Oh! Look, a crypto bro…

- Sure. - Like Miguel, look at him.

Miguel, look, look. What are you doing? What are you looking at?

Yeah, yeah, laugh at me. But if they get me ten or 20%,

- I'll be the one laughing. - Twenty? For real?

For real. And maybe even 50 for some of them.

My cousin paid for his whole house renovation thanks to crypto.

Look, I would be happy just paying for my rent,

but, no, no, I'm not getting in that stuff, no.

Dude, what about CBD?

Because someone from my job is making a fortune

with that marijuana that doesn't get you high.

You could check that out. Yeah, why not?

Sure. Or maybe open a phone case shop, man.

Hey, hey!

What's happening? Hey! No!

My nosy girl! She wants to get in on the conversation.

I want to eat your face right up.

Hey, no. Take this and go play over there. Come on, go.

Well, well, technical director. You must be happy?

- That's cool, girl. - Girl, so cool.

I'm stressed out, but it's cool.

That's why you didn't come on Thursday for a drink?

Since you didn't have Cloe, we thought you'd come.

Well, I left work late.

I left a long shift at the hospital and didn't miss it.

But I had to check out a couple flats after.

- How did it go? - Terribly.

It's impossible to find anything decent in the neighborhood.

Everyone has those cheap terrazzo floors. So ugly. Right?

- For real, I want something like this. - And you haven't seen the Jacuzzi yet.

We barely use it.

- Sure, sure. - Sure.

I mean, I would be happy with a small house with a garden, right?

But I wouldn't say no to a Jacuzzi. It's my life's dream, a Jacuzzi.

You could have drowned your sorrows with us after checking out the flats.

True, that would have been great, to be honest, but later,

I had to see…

the lawyer.

- To write up the agreement. - The lawyer?

Let's have a look, sorry. Let's see, sorry.

Suso asked us to get some snacks together.

There's cheese in the fridge and some sausage and chips in the pantry.

You, leave the beer and do something.

You have lawyers?

- Here's the meat. - Come on.

- Here, honey. - Okay, thanks.

Cris, I thought you weren't going to hire lawyers?

- Lawyers? - I mean, we did hire lawyers,

but it's for the paperwork and all that stuff.

- But everything's fine? - Well, yeah, yeah, everything's fine.

- Well, honestly, not really. - Oh.

- Wasn't it a mutual breakup? - Yeah, no, it was a mutual breakup, yes,

but it's not like I did much to save our relationship.

I mean, in the end... Well, yes, I broke up with her

because she didn't have time to end things herself. I don't know.

- You understand, right? - Yeah, yeah.

Hey. Come on, I know you're friends, Bea,

but insisting to swap every two days is a bit, I don't know,

seems a little… No?

I mean, of course. Man, it's very weird to me,

but if she wants it that way… Well, I don't know.

Diego, man, I saw so much shit when my cousin got divorced.

Don't let a judge decide the rest of your life.

No way, no way. It's impossible with Cris.

It's impossible with Diego, girl.

Well, at least he takes care of his kid, unlike Pablo,

who doesn't even lift a finger.

You should become lesbians.

Well, too bad I'm not one, 'cause otherwise…

Hey, who is your lawyer that you hired? Who?

No, no, well, I haven't hired her yet.

Because she's quite the character. Well, maybe you know her.

- Who? - Her name is Francisca Franco.

- The dictator! - Oh! Fuck, the dictator.

- Sure, she was our teacher. - She liked her coffee strong.

A little bit. She'd pour a little alcohol in just like this.

- Oh, yeah. - She's an alcoholic, right?

She is.

She's an alcoholic, but that motherfucker is really good at what she does.

Yeah. Well, when I faced her in a trial, she destroyed me.

See, I got cocky since I thought she was starting to lose her temper.

But she just doesn't miss.

She's a better lawyer than all of us combined, I'm telling you.

I'm not talking about fucking. I'm not talking about that.

I was more than happy with the…

- …one time we did it every month. - One per month, and you've separated?

Bea, I'm talking about love, about being loved, damn it,

about someone caring for you, not treating you like a maid.

- You should say "domestic worker" instead. - Yeah, whatever.

I had a maid all my life, and I loved Rosario a lot, really, a lot,

but in the end, I became more of a social worker.

Domestic? Domestic worker. But she'll pay for it now.

She'll pay for it. Isn't that right, Lucas?

- Luca. - Ah, Luca.

Isn't it right? Isn't it right, Luca? That Auntie Cris will pay?

Auntie Cris will pay.

I think ever since I left him in our first year of college

for that guy from Argentina, he really became…

He always had a complex about being the second choice.

No, it's true. Damn, it's not that I don't love him, but the problem is

that he doesn't love himself and projects his insecurities

and bullshit on me, fuck.

She didn't even want to go to couples therapy. Fuck, no idea.

What she should do is go see a psychologist, but she...

I mean, even I see a psychologist. It's okay. You also see one, right, Pablo?

No, not anymore. Now I go to a psychiatrist.

Well, same thing, psychologist, psychiatrist, who even knows.

Fuck, we should go more. You should go more. Am I right?

Don't trust someone that doesn't see a psychologist.

But she goes around like,

"Nothing fazes me, nothing fazes me," and she just shuts everyone out, damn it.

She closes herself off like she's a roly-poly, you know?

Come on, guys, come on.

Let's troll this son of a bitch.

Well, whose bright idea was it to give a phone to the kids?

I don't know, maybe my kid took it.

Marquitos, the phone, give it back right now!

- Marquitos, come on, come, please! - Man.

- What? - You messed up the apron.

Fuck, man.

Where is my mom? I need to pee.

Your mom is in the kitchen.

If he keeps banning me, I'll kick him in the balls.

Come on, it makes sense, right? If she spends two days with each of us,

she'll feel like she sees us both equally, right?

- Right? Or what? No? - Sure, sure.

- Yeah, makes sense. - Yeah, yeah, makes sense.

No, he doesn't get it. He wants a flexible work schedule,

but he never says when he works. He's so stubborn. Hmm?

If only you knew what he did to me at school the other day.

- What's the matter, sweetie? - Mommy, pee.

Honey, Mommy is talking. Go ask Dad. Come on, go. It's so unbelievable!

I don't know what or who she needs to prove everything to.

She always wants to do more and more and more.

I mean, she cares about her job, but that's it.

- Too focused, hmm? - She's obsessed with work.

- You can't deny that. - Daddy.

- Well, I wouldn't say "obsessed," man. - Honey.

- Daddy, I gotta pee. - Ask Mommy, hmm?

Daddy's talking now, go on. Come on. She is a little, yeah.

- She cares about her job, but that's all. - No, she cares too much about her job.

Okay.

How embarrassing, really. I mean, how embarrassing.

I can't stand his mother either. If only you'd seen her...

Cloe, sweetie, ask your dad. What... Bruno, what's wrong?

Cloe is in the bathroom. She can't get out, and I'm peeing myself.

What do you mean she can't get out?

Upstairs.

- Cloe? - Mommy, here!

- Cloe. - Mommy, it won't open.

Did you lock it?

Yes, but the lock is really hard, and I can't open it.

Let's see. Looks like they're those super-heavy modern sliding doors.

- And Dad? - What's happening?

The girl.

- Cloe, she's locked inside the bathroom. - You okay, honey?

Come on, didn't I say that someone should've been supervising the kids?

- Please open it, Suso. - None of my parents wanted to go with me.

Okay, Cloe. Look, grab the latch. See it? Okay? Turn it to the left.

No. Right, pull it to the right. Your right. The other way, Cloe.

- Other way, Cloe. - To your right.

But I can't open it, you guys!

Push it hard! Come on. Push it hard. You can do it! Come on!

Okay, but not too hard. Don't break the door, Cloe, please.

It won't open!

Why didn't you go with her? I don't know…

I was busy talking. Why didn't you go with her?

I thought you wanted to spend more time with her.

Also what... Well, I was talking too, wasn't I?

- Yeah. - Then…

Dad was smoking.

I wanna leave! Open!

- Let's see, I need a coin, or this won't… - I have a coin.

Don't worry, sweetie. Suso has a coin.

- I wanna leave! - Okay.

But don't hit too hard or you'll break the door, Cloe, please.

Nope, I need a smaller one because with this... I'll go and get it.

Okay, sweetie, calm down. We'll get you out. Don't you worry, okay?

Pablo, dude, your kid is peeing on my bike, man!

That's nasty, Bruno. Mariana, look after your son.

Look after him too, damn. And you?

- I know how to leave! - Can you open the lock, Cloe? Can you?

- I'll go out the window! - No, no, no, no. Not out the window, okay?

Hey, don't you dare! We're on the second floor!

Cloe?

- What happened? - Cloe, are you okay?

- What happened? - What? What happened?

I'm going to get something.

No, no, no, no. No time. I'm gonna break the door down.

What? You can't, she's inside!

- What are you doing? - Cloe, move away from the door!

- Move away! Out of the way! Move away! - No, come on. What are you doing?

Cloe, stay calm. Mommy is going to get you out.

- Maybe she just happened to faint. - Miguel.

Cloe, that's it. Don't worry, I'm getting you out. Okay, that's it.

- Fuck! - Girl, Suso's gonna kill you.

- No, no, no. - I got it!

Go, go, go. She's not answering.

Let's see, come on. Okay, that's it.

- What did you do to the door? - Open, honey.

Fuck... There.

Cloe! Cloe!

What are you doing, honey?

I was afraid Suso would be mad at me.

Come here, come here.

What kind of person do you take me for?

It was only four candles, two creams, and an 800-euro door.

And this.

- What the fucking hell! - Coin.

What's that smell?

The meat. Shit.

- Come, let's go eat. Come on. - Come and eat.

Come on, let's eat.

The black part causes cancer.

Your phone also causes cancer, but no one cares, right?

Come on, everyone, let's eat,

and I don't want to see anything left on your plates.

A sausage, Marquitos.

Come on, a well-done sausage.

Hold on, hold on, hold on. This thing we've been doing lately

of keeping the guys and girls separate is a bit old-school, right?

We're acting like our parents and their friends.

Hold on, hold on, hold on. I have an idea.

- Let's mingle together. - Really good, great idea.

Come on, start serving.

Cris, Cris, come a little closer. It's my birthday.

- Should I stay in the same place? - Come closer.

- Look, look, look. - It's cold.

So tasty. There. That's it.

Well, ready to eat, right?

- Yeah. - Come on. You want a little?

How is your anxiety these days, Pableras?

I get tachycardia at night and pain around here.

But somehow, you still guzzle down all those energy drinks.

He's mainlining them.

Only because they're free at the office, honey.

Damn, you know who I saw the other day on the street? Cristóbal and Violeta.

Cristoleta?

Damn, they hooked up the first day of college

and haven't left each other's sides since then.

- Oh! - They're divorced now.

But they were together?

Yeah, they get along really well.

And they have two kids, and take turns with them every day.

- What a hassle, right? - Ah, oh well.

I don't think that's weird. Actually, I think it's pretty great.

What, Bea? You also thought it was a great idea, right?

Hold on, Bea, didn't you say that was really weird, hmm?

What do I know? I have no idea, okay?

Diego told me his reasons, and he seemed right.

Then Cris told me hers, and what do I know, she made sense too.

- Hey, just choose, Bea. Choose. - Exactly, Bea, come on.

Choose, come on. Come on, choose, come on. No, all of you, come on, choose.

Come on, let's see what the majority thinks.

What would you do? Come on.

Guys, dammit, we're friends, right? I trust all of you, no worries.

What would you do? Swap every two days or every week?

Come on, who's first? Suso, speak. Suso.

Well, Mariana. Speak. Pablo, wake up, man. Come.

Huh?

Well, I guess, one week is what everyone usually does, right?

- Mm. Sorry, who are you? - Hey, take it easy.

No, no, we're only asking people from our own group, hmm?

Also, girl, who cares?

Next time, you'll just bring a different one, for sure.

- Excuse me? - Wow, Grandma's coming off strong, right?

What did she say? What did she say?

Don't listen to her, Marta. You're already part of the group to me.

- Her name's Marga. - Marga, Marga.

I don't even care about this group, honestly.

- Perfect. - Right, who else? Who else?

Come on. Who else? Who else?

- Hmm. - Hmm?

Anyone? What do we do? A show of hands or what?

Come on, let's secretly vote. I'll make some ballots.

- Let's go. I'll make some ballots. - Diego…

Please, help us figure out who is right, dammit.

Diego, stop it, please.

Of course, Paula, since she's your friend, you know she'd lose the vote, right?

Excuse me. Didn't you say she was your friend too?

Well, anyways…

…I'll go get some wine? I have some wine inside...

Sure, honey.

Why don't we go inside? I'm freezing out here.

But we'll be fine here.

The sun will be out in a sec.

♪ Happy birthday to you! ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you! ♪

♪ Happy birthday, dear Paula ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you! ♪

Wow, so much stuff! Where do I start?

- Let's see. - The big one!

The big one! The big one! The big one!

The big one? Yes!

♪ Open it! Open it! Open it! Open it! ♪

A backpack.

What is it? Wow! My goodness!

- This is so fashionable! Please! - You see it?

♪ Put it on! Put it on! Put it on! ♪

Come on, come on. Help me out, girl. I mean, this could be my new look.

- Let's see, how is it? How is it? - Beautiful!

- Hottie! - Hussy!

- Honey, why did you call Paula that? - Because she looks very pretty.

Well, but that's a bad word. Honey, that's not nice to say.

Then why does Grandma Susana call you that?

- Another gift? Come on, come! - ♪ Another gift! ♪

- ♪ Another gift! Another gift! ♪ - No, no. Wait a second.

How can you let your mother bad-mouth me in front of Cloe?

Hold on, she never said that in front of me, Cris.

- Yeah, sure. How believable. - Mom, is a politician a good thing?

What did you say about talking badly in front of her?

Excuse me, but a politician is not a bad thing.

- Well… - Come on…

I'm sorry, but your mom has a fake schedule.

You can't deny it. She's always saying, "I have so much to do,"

but then, she does nothing.

Well, look at you bad-mouthing her, after what you said?

And it's unbelievable that you'd do that in front of Cloe.

You said that Mommy was obese.

No, no. I didn't say that. Cloe, I didn't say that.

- Nice one, Diego. Nice one. - No, no. I mean…

No, no, no. Hold on, I… I was there,

and he actually said that you were "obsessed," and honestly…

- Nice, you're friends now. - And you called Dad stubborn.

That's cute, Cris. That's cute! At least mine wasn't an insult.

And also, I'm not the only one who thinks so, okay?

No? The obsession with work. You said it yourself.

You never see her on Thursdays.

Do you want to know what your friends say about you?

- No, no, no, don't start with those games. - Well, that's enough now!

That's enough now! For real, stop involving us in this.

You're making everyone really uncomfortable.

Man, we love you two, and you're both our friends.

Exactly.

Stop it! You're ruining my birthday!

My dad says that my grandma is batshit crazy.

- Uh. What's that, Suso? - But I never said that, honey!

- How could I ever say that? - Hmm!

Hey, look, I think maybe it's time to leave.

Yes. Rush hour begins at 07:00, and the roads get terrible here.

Let's go, okay.

- Get the jacket and the hat. - See you soon. This was wonderful.

Hey, thank you.

- See you soon. - Bye, thank you.

Go on, thanks for coming.

- Dieguito. - Thank you so much.

It's nothing, man. Take care.

- Paula. - Diego.

I'm so sorry we ruined your party.

Don't sweat it. And cheer up, no one died. Yet.

- Suso, I'll pay for the figurine. - No, no, no, don't worry about that.

If you manage to get Paula to forgive me for the "batshit crazy" thing,

we're even, don't worry.

- What did you say about me? - What? That I love you.

- I love you very much. I love you a lot. - Ah.

Bye, friends. Bye, honey. I love you.

- Bye. See you. - I love you.

- Let's talk soon. - Yes.

My goodness…

- Bye-bye, my love. See you Monday. - Oh! I want Sunday.

Honey, we can't do that. Mom already told you.

From now on, it has to be Mondays. But that's cool.

One of us takes you to school, and the other picks you up.

We'll have special snacks on Mondays. You see how it's better like this?

Let's go, or we'll miss the bus.

What do you mean "the bus"? Didn't you come by car?

The politician didn't let me use the company car.

She had a lot of things to do.

- Then is politician good or bad? - It depends, honey, it depends.

Come on, I'll take you.

Come on, I'll take you. Come on, this way, to the car seat.

My goodness, she won't wake up until tomorrow.

Look how comfy she is. With the day we had today.

Yeah. Yeah, what happened today can't happen again.

I agree, we can't set a precedent.

Let's not involve our friends in this, deal?

Deal. Or Cloe.

Yes, especially Cloe, she catches on to everything.

No doubt about that. She's so clever.

And it's fine, we can swap every week if you want.

I'll forget about the two days.

- Really? - Yes.

What's the matter?

Are you tired of everyone saying that it's a pain?

- Don't make me change my mind, okay? - No, no, no, okay. Thanks, thanks.

Okay.

I'll also forget about asking you for alimony.

The fu... Were you going to ask for alimony?

- Well, yes, but not anymore. - Fuck.

Let's not argue in front of our kid again, please.

Unbelievable, unbelievable, man!

All right, could you lower your voice, please?

Okay, let's not argue.

- Okay? - Okay.

And no bad-mouthing in front of her.

- Okay. - Good. Not us, not our families.

Well… …that part will be a little harder, but I will try.

Okay.

It'll be easier for you since that never happens.

- What? Do your parents bad-mouth me? - The things I could tell you…

Well, I know for sure mine bad-mouth you, but yours love me, don't they?

Yeah, yeah, they adore you.

Are you messing with me?

You are messing with me!

Fuck!

I… I started feeling sick.

Fuck, I didn't think it would be this hard.