(phone rings)
Boyfriend: Pick it up, pick it up

Eve: Relax, dawg. (Hello?, Hello?)

Boyfriend: Pick it up, you don´t be picking up the phone when I´m around all the time lately and all that shit, man. Shit going to your head and all that- don´t forget where the fuck you came from.

Eve: Yeah, nigga not from you, relax.

Boyfriend: You know what?

Eve: (sighs) What?

Boyfriend: We gonna have to talk about this later.

Eve: (whispers) He on his period, yo. (Huh, nah, Imma hit you back, imma hit you, imma hit you right back. Aight, yeah)

Boyfriend: What you say, what you say, what you say? Who that you talking all crazy on the phone to- who was that?

Eve: Oh my god! Why is you trippin? Damn we go through this every fucking night!

Boyfriend: What do you mean every night, you don´t pick up the phone sometimes, you hiding and shit. Who was that on the phone?

Eve: Dawg, Imma busy woman!

Boyfriend: You are busy ever since you came back from California you all Hoolywood and shit, Diva shit and all that. Every time I gotta go throug all of this with you! You ain´t been acting like that!

Eve: Nigga is you for real? No that you! You acting like a girl, dawg. Why is you acting like a broad?

Boyfriend: Hold on, hold on! First of all, watch your mouth.

Eve: What?

Boyfriend: Talking all crazy and everything like I´m acting nigga nigga give you a little extra attention, you start acting like a nigga stressing you and all that too much.

Eve: You know what? Keep your attention, dawg...please! I get enough attention.

Boyfriend: Oh, keep my attention? See all that shit

Eve: Yeah! And in a matter of fact- Roll out!

Boyfriend: Roll out?

Eve: Yeah!

Boyfriend: Well, fuck it, I´m rolling !