Robert Dawes

Now, do I have to plan on you being here again tonight?

Oh, but you said that last night.

So now I'll make other arrangements.

Well, I won't be here then.

Because I don't want to be around you.

I don't want to be around you, period.

But if this is going to be some sort of forced fucking marriage, that doesn't mean I can be.

Strive to spend as little time with you as possible and take every little advantage to stay the fucking arm's length from you.

Every little night I have to squeak an extra hour at Liberty, traffic, flat tire, whatever the fuck I can do to just extend my life away from you is going to be my priority.

I don't want to be on any trips.

I don't want to travel with you.

Fuck yourself.

No, this is the mood I'm going to be in.

Fuck you.

Fuck your cunt mother.

Get the fuck out of my house.

Then we will be selling Conway.

Just so you know.

So I would work on something, whether it's keeping the kids in Irondale or whatever it is you need to do.