Dale: No sh*t. Well, for your information, I was here LONG before you. Now get the hell out of here and don’t you dare bother her again.
Kelly: Dale, he wasn’t…
Lydell: I wasn’t bothering her; I came over for an autograph and then respectfully asked her out on a date.

Dale: *snaps* A DATE? Who the hell you think you are to ask MY girl on a date?
Lydell: Y-your girl? Damn, dude, I didn’t know that I swear.

Dale: Well now you do, so get the f*ck out before I kick your ass out of the building.
Kelly: Dale, please stop!
Dale: Shh, you stay out of this, babe. And you – didn’t you hear what I said? Go on, fuck off!
Lydell: Chill, dude, I’m leaving….

Lydell: Kelly, if I were you, I’d think twice before hanging out with this uneducated boor, the way he behaves and how he talks to you, he shouldn’t be in college, but with some street gang, that’s where he belongs. *Leaves*.
Kelly: …
Dale: …

Kelly: What the hell, Dale? Where did all that come from?
Dale: *flushed* I’m- I’m sorry, I don’t know what got into me.
Kelly: I do.

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