"Hey, don't take my fuckin' seat, bitch. That's mine. Shit. Hey, here's my dog. Take a look at this little fucker. He's Mexican and shit, but he ain't Mexican. Like from there, you know? Here's the bag I keep him in. Oh, shit. He pissed the bag. You little fucker. You pissed your bag. Hey, hold my dog. He likes you. Look at that shit. What, you don't like him? What the fuck's wrong with him?"
"Nothing."
"Where you from? Hey, where you from?"
"Here."
"You ain't from here. I'm from here. Born and fuckin' raised. San Fuckin' Francisco. What school you go to? Lincoln? Lowell? Where you from?"
"It doesn't matter."
"You're cool, dog. Come on, give it up. Give it up?"
"I don't understand."
"Give it up, man. Shake my fuckin' hand."
"No."
"What the fuck, man. What the fuckin' fuck?"
"Don't touch me."
"Fuck you, man. Fuckin' asshole. Where you from? Fuckin' Carolina? Get the fuck out of here. Fuckin' bitch. I'm from the 'hood and shit. I'll fuckin' kill you. Fuck this shit, man. Can you believe that mother fucker?"