And yet I'm nice enough to wish you one even though you called me a bitch with a gay boyfriend.

You're crazy, you could just be buttering me up for something.

It makes me uncomfortable.

Actually, Erica just told me to be nicer to you because you overreact like crazy. So do I.

I wouldn't really sneeze on your stuff.

I don't like germs, okay, and I don't know if I can trust you. You don't understand. If would take me days to fix everything.