- You're late.
- I know. Sorry.
- I'm tired of this.
- Yeah, but look: I've shaved.
- What?
- I have no more that beard.
- What happened to your bird?
- I shaved.
- Why the hell would anyone shave a bird?
- Because you said you didn't like it.
- I never said that.
- Yes you did. Every time we were kissing you said you didn't like to kiss the beard.
- But I never kissed your bird! You're probably thinking about a lover.
- I have no lover.
- Than who has kissed Paolo?
- Paolo?! What the… Oh! You're talking about my bird. No! I'm talking about my beard. B-E-A-R-D.
- HAHAHA. That's why we were… Hum…
- Funny. Now let's go. My driver is waiting to take us to the beach house.
- What? There's a bitch in your house?
- Oh, no… I'm done. I break up with you.
- That's fine your bitch lover.
And that's why stupid people break up.
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