texts: You're never going to be able to sell that.
labels: You never believed in me.  You know what?  This is the last straw, Bobby.  I'm done with you.  I deserve better.  If you two like each other so much, you could keep each other.  I'm going to be rich!  Do you hear me?  Rich!  Not only from my bean bag chair full of nacho chips, but also trademarking the silhouette from my very beautiful and very unique hairdo.  Goodbye forever, Bobby.  You're a loser, and you always will be!  Samantha, it was nice to see you.