The Break-Up2006

Gary:
What kind of bullshit move was that?

Brooke:
I'm sorry, what? What happened?

Gary:
Oh don't be coy with me. You sent that animal over here to attack me when I was hung over and weak.

Brooke:
Oh no. Look, all I know is The Tone Rangers they needed some place to rehearse so I very clearly told Richard stay in my room, which you explained to me was my space to do with what I want.

Gary:
Is that how you want to play it? Cause I'll play it like that. I'll play it like Lionel Richie, all night long, lady. Oh yeah. I'll call some guys from my neck of the woods. And we're not talking about, Brooke, about a couple of queens who know a few grapples. We're talking about Polacks that don't have a goddamn future. That's right. We can make sh*t real uncomfortable around here, and that's what we're going to do.

Brooke:
Please, come on. You know what, you're just embarrassed because Richard kicked your ass.

Gary:
Richard did not kick my ass. What Richard did was attack me when I was half asleep.

Brooke:
Really, is that how you see it?

Gary:
There's a real big gap between getting your ass kicked and having a dancing, singing sprite fool you with trickery and then strike your throat before you even know you're in a fight. But I wouldn't expect someone like you to understand that, because all you do is make moves from up in your ivory tower.