Josh: "...frustrating"
*pause with NAL's loud nose breathing*
NAL: "But why can I listen to everything you say but you can't listen to what I have to say and you th..."
Josh: "You won't listen to what I say so why should I listen to what you have to say? RESPECT is a two way street."
NAL: "Josh, I do listen to you, I told you about fucking I don't know movies so if I have to ask you a question... you literally just bashed my head against the wall and tried to kill me."
Josh: "If I was trying I would have succeeded."
NAL: "You said that the fucking first time in March. What have I done to you that your trolls haven't done that you you weren't..."
Josh: "I'd ask you the same question, Jessica. What have I done that your trolls haven't already done to you?"
NAL: "I have never splashed alcohol on you I'm *indescernible*"
Josh: "I was trying to be cute with you and you want to make it about this humongous bullshit nothing fight."
NAL: "What do you mean..."
Josh: "You gotta pick a fight about nothing and I'm sick of it."
NAL: "How is it a fight about nothing when I asked you when I'm sitting here wearing brand new clean fucking pants, a brand new shirt, please don't spill anything on it I'm gonna wear this."
*loud footsteps towards phone*
NAL: "How am I supposed to assume what you're thinking?"
Josh: whispers "I'm so fucking tired" *cowbell noise*
NAL: "WHAT? So you're going to shoot me?"
Josh: "No, I'm going to shoot myself."
NAL: "I don't know why you're fucking choking me when I've done the most for you. I told you I'm not a movie person. I don't care if it's a western or scientific, I have fucking questions. If you are not ready for that then don't fucking..."
*Phone is picked up by NAL, camera facing her hag face. Looking fucking beady and sanpaku eyed, what the fuck. Turns phone to also record Josh in selfie mode. Josh is holding a shotgun, sounds like it's a double barrel that he just closed. NAL continues recording herself and Josh while she is in the hallway."
NAL: "you you you tell me not to assume all the time so I don't I I straight up tell you I don't understand something I'm gonna ask questions. *few second pause* I I don't know why I'm not allowed to ask questions without you trying to fucking hurt me. I have't done ANYTHING to you, you you fucking tell me all the time 'no this, no that'. Yes I literally sat at your dinner table and I told you my outfit is clean, my shirt is clean, don't do this to me. I don't want to fight with you, because because I ask questions I deserve to be choked and killed? *few second pause* Because I ask questions I deserve to be choked and fucking killed?"
*Josh whisper?*
NAL: "So you'd rather do this to yourself because of trolls, than a woman trying to fucking love you..."
Josh: "It's nothing against the trolls, if you want to blame the trolls then look at your fucking trolls."
NAL: "I'm not blaming them I'm talking about your trolls, I said you'd rather do this..."
Josh: "This has nothing to do with my fucking trolls." *shotgun barrel opening/shutting sound again*
NAL: "Let me finish my thooouught."
Josh: "No fuck this, I'm done, Jessica. Have fun with your fucking life. "
*NAL returns and picks up phone again*
NAL: "What do you mean have fun with my life when I'm literally trying to love you and you're fucking... *looking insane eyed holy fuck* I'm saying you would rather do this because of me?"
Josh: "Not because of you, it's piling up because of everything. I can't do anything right IN MY FUCKING LIFE."
NAL: "I didn't s..."
Josh: "IT DOESN"T MATTER WHAT I FUCKING DO. IT DOESN"T MATTER WHAT THE FUCK *object thrown by Josh* I DO."
NAL: "I didn't say that Josh and you fucking blame me for everything."
Josh: "NO I FUCKING DID NOT. YOU'RE THE ONE THAT BLAMES ME FOR EVERYTHING AND I'M SICK OF IT."
NAL: "I d..."
Josh: "I'M FUCKING SICK OF IT."
NAL: "I don't blame you for everything so stop that."
Josh: "YES YOU DO OTHERWISE YOU WOULDN'T BE THROWING A *hits hand on something multiple times in other room* GOD DAMN FUCKING FIT BECAUSE I TRIED TO FUCKING FLIRT WITH YOU. I'M TIRED OF THIS SHIT."
NAL: "Throwing alcohol on me is not flirting."
Josh: "YES IT IS. Okay?"
NAL: "No it's not."
Josh: "Can you not read my body language? You fucking stupid cuuunt."
NAL: "Do you read my body language..."
Josh: "No, You won't read mine so why should I read yours?"
*silent pause*
NAL: "I try to read your body language all the time and you're like 'That's not what I'm do," like when you make a face and I I try to talk to you and then you always say 'nao nao', so why is it always on me, Josh? I try to..."
Josh: "IT'S NOT ALL ABOUT YOU, IT'S NOT ALL ABOUT ME."
*silent pause*
Josh: "FUCKS SAKE"
NAL: "Well, it's not all about me, I don't FUCKING MAKE IT ABOUT ME, I don't..."
Josh: "BULLSHIT. IT'S ALL ABOUT YOU AND EVERYONE ELSE CAN FUCK OFF. I SEE HOW YOU ARGUE, *camera pans down and NAL's gross breasts are shown for a second* I'M NOT STUPID."
*END*