ANN: (In a singsong voice.) I am the winner. I kicked your ass. I am a winner. You are a loser.
SCOTT: Jesus, would you shut up.
ANN: I don't have to, because I am the winner. Pool sharks can say whatever they want.
SCOTT: You're really annoying the fuck out of me.
ANN: Oh my, has your fragile male ego been wounded?
ANN: Does it pain you heart to relive the fact that your girl friend, a girl I might add, totally kicked your ass, loser.
SCOTT: No, it pains my heart that my girl friend, a drunk bitch I might add, is fucking disgusting.
SCOTT: You were making me sick tonight. Shoving your tits in everybody's face. You thought you were really cute tonight, didn't you? Well, you looked like a fucking slut.
ANN: You're jealous 'cause those guys were flirting with me.
SCOTT: Jealous? Who are you kidding, I was embarrassed.
ANN: Fuck you! I don't have to take this shit. (She starts gathering her things.)
SCOTT: What? You going back to that bar to be with some men who can appreciate you?
ANN: Maybe I'm just gonna look for someone who's not intimidated by me.
SCOTT: Yeah, a girl getting gang-banged isn't very intimidating.
ANN: What the hell's that supposed to mean?
SCOTT: It means, that's what you'd be doing right now, if I hadn't been there.
ANN: Oh my god. Get real. (She starts walking out the door.)
SCOTT: Go on then. Give me a call tomorrow and tell me how your little party went.
ANN: You're an idiot.