The Pain of Loving the Drummer, chapter 5

"Wow Taylor, I've never seen anyone get two semesters worth of classes done in one."
"You've never seen anyone with motivation."
"What is your motivation?"
"Personal issues."
"I see. Well at this rate you'll be done with two yeas next semester. You'll be able to get a nice teaching job."
"Thanks. I have to go to work."
"Alright then, bye Taylor."
"Bye, Mr. Marcum."

At work
"What do you mean this is your last day?"
"I have personal issues to work out!"
"I don't give a flying fuck!"
"You should, without me you'd have no business."
"Oh really? To them your name is Cheap and you look like shit!"
"Fuck You!"
"I don't mix pleasure and business."
"You're an ass and I hope you die."
"Just get out there."
"Last time."

Back In Oakland
"Eve, Eve, Wake up."
"Mmfken."
"I have no idea what you just said. You need to get up cause we're leaving."
"But I don't want to get up."
"Come on."
"Tre."
"Eve. Up."
"Fine."
"Good. See you down stairs."