Text@Scarlet
- Carter: You and me both. I'm not sleeping with that girl, nor do I intend to.
- Scarlet: Tsch, your loss then, but fair enough.
Text@Scarlet
- Carter: What? No, I won't be fucking that girl.
- Scarlet: I'm so confused. Nevermind.
Text@Scarlet
- Carter: Something that's overrated, clearly. Neither of us have it.
- Scarlet: So you -will- be fucking this girl?
Text@Scarlet
- Carter: Modest.
- Scarlet: What -is- modesty?
Text@Scarlet
- Carter: Because I didn't want to be disappointed when they don't live up to you, because nobody will be as good as you.
- Scarlet: Well, I am pretty fucking good.
Text@Scarlet
- Carter: Because.
- Scarlet: Because why?
Text@Scarlet
- Carter: Because I didn't want to, I didn't want to fuck anybody else.
- Scarlet: Why not?
Text@Scarlet
- Carter: What's there to need good luck with? I didn't sleep with her and I have no intention to, Scarlet.
- Scarlet: Why the fuck not?
Text@Scarlet
- Carter: It was just a drink. I didn't sleep with her, she's far too up her own arse for me anyway.
- Scarlet: Riiiight. Good luck with that, then.
Text@Scarlet
- Carter: Uh, you're my taste of woman. I thought we'd established that, you realise nothing happened between me and her, right?
- Scarlet: Oh, don't be modest, Whitaker.