*on the way to the bahamas*
her: bout time you took me to the bahamas.

me: Felt it was a nice goodbye.

her: goodbye?

me: yeah......this is pretty much over.

her: (whispers) really......this is how you fukkin do it.

me: sick of you, your wack ass p*ssy,terrible cooking and weight gain.

her:

me: yes yes......let that anger build inside of you.

her:

me: copped our tickets with different cards.....so let that rage go.

her: (whispers) you mutha fukka......you peice of shyt.

me: (whispers) the day i met yo mama i knew you were beneath me.

her: you mutha fukk......you lousy mutha fukka!!!!!!!!

stewardess: maam youre gonna have to leave.

her: naaaaaaaa!!!!!....you gonna dump me!!!!!!!

stewardess: sir she with you?

me: I bought my ticket......she's not with me.

stewardess: come with me maaam.

her: you mutha fukka!!!!!!......you fukkin mutha fukka.

me: i'll have the turkey sandwich and tequila please.