I’m breaking up with you.

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I... I understand. I know I've been distant and....

No. No, I'll just go. I don't want to humiliate myself. I'll -- I'll just get my books and....

What do you mean? No, I distinctly remember getting that book before I even met you.

Yes. Yes, I did. I had that for [i]years[/i] before you even knew about it.

Well, I don't give a good goddamn what you want, now, do I?

THAT'S MY BOOK, AND I'M TAKING IT WITH ME, AND I DO. NOT. FUCKING. CARE. THAT IT'S YOUR FAVORITE BOOK NOW!!! YOU CAN BUY YOUR OWN GODDAMN BOOK!!!

God, I'm out of here. I can't believe I wasted so much time on you. I'm so glad, I'm so glad —

You know, you're not breaking up with me. I'm breaking up with you! How do you like that, huh? Huh? I'm breaking up. With. You. And I could not be doing that too soon, because life with you has been....

Has been....

Oh, don't do that. You know I can't stand....

OK, OK, OK. It's all good. We're good. We're good. It's fine. I'm leaving. I'm leaving.

There's just one thing to say before I go:

I am taking my goddamn book.