Athena:
You wanted it to be true, so you decided it was. This was your idea.
Crystal:
Well... Not My idea. Ooh I did not want to mess up your big grilled-cheese speech, but... oh, you done fucked up, lady. See, you got the wrong Crystal. There's another Crystal May Creasey back home. But she spells "May" with an "E." Hey, I get her mail sometimes. And my dad's an asshole, but I don't think he ever did drugs. And my mom... she's alive, too. Can we call her? -Let's call her right now.
Athena:
No.
Crystal:
Give me the phone.
Athena:
No way.
Crystal:
I'll call her up
Athena:
Do I look fucking stupid?
Crystal:
Fine. I'll give you her number and you can call.
Athena:
That's not gonna happen.
Crystal:
Yeah.
Crystal:
Hoo, you don't really care about the truth, do you?
Athena:
Of course I do. The only difference is I'm right.
Crystal:
Hey, maybe. Maybe not. Now, do I have to keep listening to Beethoven, or can we fucking get on with it?
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