See you at the wedding
Excuse me, are you following me?
Excuse me, are you following me?
Uh, no.
I just want to make sure you’re not following me.
I’m not.
(that would imply I’m behind you, psycho)
Good, because I don’t want to be alienated
or discriminated against
because you want to stand there
and drink your Starbucks
you little piece of white trash.
Melville and I laugh hysterically
as he flips in his grave.