[alright, she knew what he was all about by now, but that attitude had to go. she looked up at him with a glare.]

Okay, bowl cut, I'm not gonna express anything, understand? Don't just meet me and suddenly think you get me, because you don't. It's fucking disgusting.

Keep talking like that and next time I'll turn my whips on to you. I told you I was in prison and that's 'cause I'm a murderer, so don't take that threat lightly.