Of course it's a lie you asshole. You just did what was easy for you. You know what you are? You're a coward. And you're a back stabber. And if none if that bothers you then there's no point for you to apologize anyway because it's just another lie.
You just said you're not even sorry. And you should feel shitty. This is the shittiest thing anyone's ever done to me.Who do you think you are to decide what other people can handle?
What, you don't like the barn either? And that totally justifies you telling me that someone I know is fine at home when he OD'd? You think it's up to you to...to shape the experiences other people have? Just stop bullshitting me. I know you're not stupid. And I don't think you're -you're that-that unable to relate to people at all.
[If Saul wanted to keep arguing word choice, he'd point out that he also never said Jesse was fine at home. Jesse's never been fine. Especially not at home.
But that seems like a moot point.]
Yeah, okay, here's the problem: I relate to people too well. That's where all this is coming from. If I didn't give a shit about you or Jesse or the rest of his idiot friends, I'd have had no problem letting you all know that you're meant for each other. But you don't believe that I have any right to feel anything anyway — or maybe you just don't care, since I'm not "family" — so what the fuck's the point? We already had this conversation, remember?
If you can't handle telling people something tough, get someone else to do it. If you know something like that it's your responsibility. You want to punish me for telling you to back off? Whatever. That's got nothing to do with this. You lied about that first.
By the way there's no secret group you're not in. Jesse didn't even talk to me that whole time. So what? I'm not gonna turn my back on him and get paranoid. I'm saying it again dude. Talk to someone. This isn't okay. You're not okay.
[Well. Nice isn't the right word. Around just seems disrespectful, though. ]
She's qualified. I mean it probably doesn't matter about that most of the time. Friends work too. If you stop lying to everyone they might even be willing to listen to you.
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[Empathy, he means. Stupid SAT words.]
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But that seems like a moot point.]
Yeah, okay, here's the problem: I relate to people too well. That's where all this is coming from. If I didn't give a shit about you or Jesse or the rest of his idiot friends, I'd have had no problem letting you all know that you're meant for each other. But you don't believe that I have any right to feel anything anyway — or maybe you just don't care, since I'm not "family" — so what the fuck's the point? We already had this conversation, remember?
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By the way there's no secret group you're not in. Jesse didn't even talk to me that whole time. So what? I'm not gonna turn my back on him and get paranoid. I'm saying it again dude. Talk to someone. This isn't okay. You're not okay.
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[All said as sarcastically as possible.]
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[Well. Nice isn't the right word. Around just seems disrespectful, though. ]
She's qualified. I mean it probably doesn't matter about that most of the time. Friends work too. If you stop lying to everyone they might even be willing to listen to you.
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But it's better than nothing. Better than "I'm not sorry."]
Whatever.