THOMAS:
 
 I’ll tell Clara you don’t love her anymore.
 
 PATRICK:
 
 You wouldn’t dare.
 
 Do either of you even care about me? Why do I have to beg for your love?
 
 THOMAS:
 
 PATRICK:
 
 Get Clara a cell phone so I can text her instead of you two. At least she’d be happy for me.
 
 THOMAS:
 
 She’s never getting a phone. Or social media. Ever. And we’re happy for you. I really do hope it’s with Bella since you still haven’t told us shit.
 
 PATRICK:
 
 Waiting …
 
 It’s with Bells. I’m taking her to the resort for dinner.
 
 PATRICK:
 
 Oh shit. This is serious. Should we come too?
 
 THOMAS:
 
 I definitely think we should show up.
 
 Please don’t.
 
 PATRICK:
 
 You might need our help.
 
 THOMAS:
 
 I’m a great wingman.
 
 I don’t think you’ve ever been a wingman in your entire life.
 
 THOMAS:
 
 How would you know?
 
 PATRICK:
 
 What time’s the reservation?
 
 We don’t want to miss it.