I don't know where I'm going, Chad. [Which is half-true. He sort of has a very vague sense of direction but he's pretty aimlessly driving which is actually a very, very stupid idea. He has his wallet, he has his phone, he has a credit card, and he has his truck. That's about it.]
Drive to your campus and get out of your truck and sit down somewhere or scream at me or play ball or anything, just stop endangering yourself and whoever's driving near you.
I don't have anything to say, I already told you that. Also this is not drunk driving. I'm driving straight on the road and going the speed limit and everything.
Look, Troy, I'm sure she'll want to get back together, as soon as she figures out that you're the best there is, which should only take a few days, because you're great. I mean, I love you. I have high standards.
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Please, Troy. Please.
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[Hanging up now, because he needs to scream.]
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That lasts for a few minutes.]
...what, Chad?
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Can you stop doing that to me? I know you don't care about anything but her but I happen to care about you so cut the crap already!
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