'Good morning, loser.'
'Good morning, Mella. Isn't it, like, 3AM there? Why're you up so early?'
'I can't sleep.'
'My hoodie not doing its job of helping you sleep?'
'Yeah. You should probably come back and take its place.'
'One more week. Want to FaceTime? I could use a pretty view this morning.'
'I look like crap right now.'
'Bullshit. As if that's even possible.'
'No, really. My makeup's off, my hair's a mess—'
'You wanna look good for me, babe?'
'Screw you. Okay, wait. Give me a sec...'
[Video chatting with Trish]
'Damn.'
'Jeez, Trish. I know I look like a mess, but—'
'No, I meant damn, like, you look f*****g beautiful.'
'Not falling for that, loser.'
'Is it a crime to appreciate beauty and be honest about it?'
'No, but it is a crime to look that good in a buttondow
