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Angela drives, squinting through the windshield as the wipers move back and forth.
ANGELA
So you and psycho boy are fucking
on like, a regular basis now,
right?
JANE
(irritable)
No.
ANGELA
Oh, come on. You can tell me. Does
he have a big dick?
JANE
Look, I'm not gonna talk about his
dick with you, okay? It's not like
that.
ANGELA
Not like what? Doesn't he have one?
(then)
Why don't you want to talk about
it? I mean, I tell you every single
detail about every guy that I fuck.
JANE
Yeah, and maybe you shouldn't, all
right? Maybe I don't really want to
hear all that.
ANGELA
Oh, so now that you have a
boyfriend, you're like, above it?
(rolls her eyes)
We gotta get you a real man.