Becca: There’s also some guy laughing to himself right beside me. I’m trying to avoid eye contact because I don’t want to get stabbed.

Becca: If you died, I don’t know what I’d do.

Me: I don’t know what I’d do either.

Becca: You’d be dead.

Becca: Yeah and you guys had to come save me because he was going to sing a song on his guitar.

Becca: Look at that corgi. It’s like twerking as it’s walking.

Becca: Honestly, life is just about finding people who you wanna yell, “pizza’s here” to.

Becca: So we’re just poor and fucked up?

Me: Yeh.

(watching the Raptors lose)

Becca: Why? Why are we like this?

Becca: That’s a lot of 菜.

Me: I’m a lot of woman.

Becca: Medjool dates are my fave kind of dates.

(hears loud noise)

Becca: What’s that?

Me: That….. is a party.

Becca: What’s a party?