Int. Romo’s Living Room
Tony: You got Romo!
Jason: Hello Anthony, it’s Mr. Garret.
Tony: Yo, J-dog, my man! You wanna go grab a few beers and wrangle up some low-quality tail?
Jason: Surely you jest, Anthony. As you well know, my time is far too valuable for such excursions. Besides, I do believe that philandering about town behind Jessica’s back would cause quite a distraction, something you can ill afford.
Tony: Ah, screw that, man. Jess has been getting all of these phone calls from some weird smooth-talking guy. I think she’s going to dump me, so I figure I better blow the whole thing up first. You know, gotta protect the rep’.
Jason: Indubitably. I’m sure you know best, I’ll let you get back to it then. Just please remember to review the changes in the playbook. The Annexation of Puerto Rico is quite simple for an Ivy Leaguer, but for those of us who matriculated through Eastern Illinois it could be rather complex.
Tony: Yeah whatever, broseph.
[Giggling sounds from the bedroom]
Tony: Hey Jess, are you actually talking to that wackjob with the accent again?
Jess: Shut up Tony, he’s more man than you’ll ever be. I don’t even want to see you anymore, I wish you’d just go home and stay outta my life!
Tony: This is my house you addlebrained cum-guzzler.
Jess: Whatever, you’re a loser!
Jess: You can’t call me that, my new man is coming over here and his friend is gonna kick your ass!
[loud crashing noise]
Jess: Oh KITT, I love you more than anything, and I wanna have your car-babies!
Sad but (supposedly) true, Tony and Jess are no more.
Big thanks to LSUFreek for the magic.