Adam: Jesus Christ, what the fuck is up with your eyebrows?
Hannah: I’m not saying. I don’t— I didn’t come here to talk about that.
Adam: You look like a Mexican teenager. It rules.
Hannah: I came here to say that I don’t think we should see each other anymore. I don’t think we should see each other anymore. And it makes me feel stupid and pathetic to get a picture of your dick that I know was meant for someone else, and you didn’t even bother to explain, because I made you think that you don’t have to explain. So.
Adam: What are you asking?
Hannah: I’m not asking anything. I’m really not asking you for anything. I have never asked you for anything; I don’t even want anything, okay? I respect your right to see and do whoever you want… And I don’t even want a boyfriend, so…
Adam: What do you want?
Hannah: I just want someone who wants to hang out all the time, and thinks I’m the best person in the world and wants to have sex with only me. And it makes me feel very stupid to tell you this, because it makes me sound like a girl who wants to, like, go to brunch. And I really don’t wanna go to brunch, and I don’t want you to, like, sit on the couch while I shop, or, like, even meet my friends. I don’t even want that, okay? But I also don’t wanna share a sex partner with a girl who seems to have asked for a picture of your dick. And also, I don’t want a picture of your dick, because I live very near you, and if you wanted me to look at your dick, I could just come over and look at your dick. And I don’t really see you hearing me and I don’t really see you changing, so… I just summed it up for you. And I’m sorry that I didn’t figure it out sooner, and you must think that I’m even stupider than you thought I was already. But consider it a testament to your charms, because you might not know this, but you’re very, very charming. And I really care about you. And I don’t want to anymore because it feels too shitty for me. So I’m gonna leave.