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.