“…It’s—ugh, ya wouldn’t understand, Sasha.”
“I don’t mean to intrude or anything, but you can tell me. We’re friends, right?”

“Yeah–you’re my best friend! And there’s half the problem, man!”
“–I dunno what the hell you’re talkin’ bout, Sasha.” Butts.
“Pardon me, Connie— but I'm really starting to worry about you. You’ve been out of control all day.”