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ANN: (In a singsong voice.) I am the winner. I kicked your ass. I am a winner. You are a loser. SCOTT: Jesus, would you shut up. ANN: I don't have to, because I am the winner. Pool sharks can say whatever they want. SCOTT: You're really annoying the fuck out of me. ANN: Oh my, has your fragile male ego been wounded? SCOTT: No. ANN: Does it pain you heart to relive the fact that your girl friend, a girl I might add, totally kicked your ass, loser. SCOTT: No, it pains my heart that my girl friend, a drunk bitch I might add, is fucking disgusting. ANN: What? SCOTT: You were making me sick tonight. Shoving your tits in everybody's face. You thought you were really cute tonight, didn't you? Well, you looked like a fucking slut. ANN: You're jealous 'cause those guys were flirting with me. SCOTT: Jealous? Who are you kidding, I was embarrassed. ANN: Fuck you! I don't have to take this shit. (She starts gathering her things.) SCOTT: What? You going back to that bar to be with some men who can appreciate you? ANN: Maybe I'm just gonna look for someone who's not intimidated by me. SCOTT: Yeah, a girl getting gang-banged isn't very intimidating. ANN: What the hell's that supposed to mean? SCOTT: It means, that's what you'd be doing right now, if I hadn't been there. ANN: Oh my god. Get real. (She starts walking out the door.) SCOTT: Go on then. Give me a call tomorrow and tell me how your little party went. ANN: You're an idiot.
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