Hunter- Who’s he?
Jane- Who’s who?
Hunter- The fucktard who was all over you tonight?
Jane- What?! Gerald? He’s not a fucktard. Don’t call him that.
Hunter- I’ll call him whatever the f**k I want to.
Jane- Why do you sound mad? Last time I checked, you didn’t want to be with me. We hooked up and you called it a mistake.
Hunter- You’re Nick’s baby sister.
Jane- That didn’t stop you from f*****g my throat with your d**k until you came. And stop calling me a baby. I’m nineteen. I stopped being a baby a long time ago.
Hunter- If you’re such a grown up, then you never would have shown up with fucktard tonight—flaunting him in my face.
Jane- I wasn’t flaunting him in your face. You know what? You’re being a petty, jealous d**k right now. Seriously..stop!
Hunter- You know, this is the
