Me: Do you want me to host a Bachelorette dating thing for you?
Becca: First of all, do you even know any men? Like straight men?
Me: How dare you.
Me: Do you want me to host a Bachelorette dating thing for you?
Becca: First of all, do you even know any men? Like straight men?
Me: How dare you.
Becca: It’s—wait, I was gonna say it’s Friday but it’s not.
Me: It’s literally Tuesday. Wait no, it’s Wednesday.
Becca: Out of the three of us, you are the only one that can show your ass without being weird about it.
Me: Are you okay?
Becca: I keep finding meat crumbs on me.
Andy: Oh Becca, do you want to come with us?
Becca: Um, my head’s too itchy.
(At the club)
Becca: I turn around to tell you they’re playing Not Like Us but then I saw you being pulled away into the darkness.
Kayvan: She was so confused when you three were going in a room, she was like, where’s Rebecca’s partner?
Becca: We’re never beating the throuple allegations.
Becca: How did it get here?
Me: How do we all get here?
Becca: …birth.
Me: Oh, I immigrated.
Becca: I wouldn’t say I’m unconventional. Like, I’m pretty normal.
Me: (silently shifts gaze to Becca’s rubber frog-shaped shoes)
Me: As a person that—
Becca: Shits a lot?
Me: Well, I guess you could say that.