Cindi: You don't make any sense.
Jimi: I wasn't put here to make sense.
C: You weren't put here to do anything.
J: Exactly, I was an accident.
C: That's better than being illegitimate.
J: My dad still hasn't figured out what to do with me. Haha! Abortion might still be an option.
C: Wonderful. I'm stuck being tortured my entire life and you get to die before yours even starts.
J: I'd love for you to come with if I go.
C: Well, I'm sorry, I survived my abortion. You're gonna have to go on your own.
J: It's been real, girli.
C: I'll see you in Hell when someone kicks my ass just a little too hard.
J: Oooh. Can I do it?
C: You're still a fetus.
J: I know, but I try.
C: You better try more than your best to get your ass over here and suck my kiss tomorrow.
J: I will certainly do... No, try... Does art imitate life or does life imitate art?
C: Life imitates art. It's the sleazy, cheap date kind of art.
J: Is there any other kind?
C: Love. The beautiful, tragic, disturbingly wonderful kind of date that you'll never forget.
J: I know what you mean.
C: If that's what you call great, go ahead.
J: All of my best memories were dirty yet non sexual.
C: Ew.
J: Stop being shallow. You're gonna experience a little filth if you ever spend any time with me. Dirty doesn't always mean dirt.
C: What are we gonna do? Play in the mud?
J: Dirty can mean a lot of things.
C: Yeah, mud, dirt, stinky, gross, etc. Kinky sex, etc.
J: Still not seeing all that filth can be but you did cover the finer points more satisfying to the senses.
C: Where do you see yourself as a person?
J: The zoo.
C: Really? What about in this relationship?
J: Oh, 10 years down the road, still smiling, waiting for the next adventure we'll share.
C: Really? I see myself as the dude.
J: At least I still got the penis and you can't have it unless you ask.
C: Haha. I'll ask tomorrow. I gotta go. I love you.
J: I love you too. Don't you mean later today?