Fordrivingthegetawaycar, I sentenceyoutolifeinprison.
Wait, what?
Lifeinprison.
But I didn't evenstepfootinthebank. I didn't carry a gun.
I justsatin a carandlistentomusic.
Lifeinjail.
Gavel, gavel, gavel, gavel.
It's reallyhardtosaythat.
Andeveniftheydoleavetheirrelationship, thenwhat?
Doyouthinkthat's a greatfoundationfortrust?
I thinkitsowstheseedsofinsecuritythatthispersonisgoingtoleaveyouforsomeoneelseeventually.
Andlook, I getit's hardwhenyouhavefeelingsforsomeone, whenyoulovethemandthey'retellingyouthatthisdeceitorbetrayalthatyou'repartakinginisjust a meanstoanend.