A Conversation Between A Gang Leader and A Genius (in Love)

"Why are you so stupid?!"

"Because I... am in love. Don't people become fools when they are in love?"

"Stop the bullshit, shit head. I know you have an IQ of 160. Now get that fucking brain of yours to work."

"Why do you like cursing so much? I can't comprehend...."

"You don't have to. Now, stop talking crap and just do what you gotta do."

"...Negative. Why should I?"

"Didn't we have a deal?"

"Well, we certainly had."

"Fuckers."

"I still don't like it when you speak in that way, my love. It makes you sound stupid."

"I still don't like it when you call me that, dickwad."

"Ooh, are we getting kinky, now?"

"No, we're not! Why is it so hard to make you work?!"

"I just got broken-hearted. I am in no condition to think anything complicated for indefinite amount of time. Or until you kiss me, perhaps."

"For God's sake! You're such a baby."

"I just want to be spoiled."

"I'm not going to fucking spoil you, got that?"

"I am fully aware of that. And that's why I--"

Smooch.

"Happy, now?"

"...Why, yes, indeed. But you are contradicting yourself. I thought you weren't going to kiss me?"

"Just do the work and go straight to hell afterwards."

"Alright. I'm not going to hell anytime soon though. Even if I do, I'm taking you with me."

"Whatever."

"Oh, and one more thing, Anna?"

"I wish you were mute."

"You're such a bad kisser. I think you almost bit me. I can help you work on that."

"Gosh, shut up!"