“It’s me.”
“Yeah, what do you want?”
"I want the money.”
“Tuff shit.”
“If the money isn’t in my account by the time volleyball practice is over, mom –“
“Mom what?”
“Mom gets the poison.”
“You would kill your mother over a hundred dollar purse?”
“No. It’ll only make her sick. Throw up and stuff.”
“You’re a real bitch, you know?”
“Yeah, I know, but she’ll forgive me like always, right?”
“I can’t believe the monster you’ve become.”
“Well, you raised me to be like you. Oh, and pick me up some cigs on your way home.”
"Goodbye.”
