
Watts: Do you miss me, Keith? Do you miss not being around me?
Keith: This isn’t the third grade anymore.
Watts: She doesn’t love you. It’s a joke. It’s all a joke.
Keith: How do you know?
Watts: I’d bet by hands on it.
Keith: You don’t wanna make that bet.
Watts: Yeah, I do. I’ve been thinking a lot lately about you and me… and I came to a conclusion that I didn’t want to deal with. But now that we’ve talked I can’t hide it anymore. We’d get along much better if we didn’t spend so much time together anymore.
Keith: Why?
Watts: Because I’m driving you crazy and you’re driving me crazy. And I’d rather not see you and have you think good things about me… than have you see me and hate me. ‘Cause I can’t afford to have you hate me, Keith. The only things I care about in this goddamn life are me and my drums… and you.
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