Monsa: Fuck. Agnes, I have to tell you something.
Agnes: Fuck. I don't wanna hear it, you have already fucked up my mind, my computer, my bed, my entire house and also me. So just, just let me eat my fucking good ice-cream.
Monsa: Fuck, motherfucker. It is important. Really... And I already ate it.
Agnes: Haha no, I have hidden it from you, hah suck on that motherfucker!
Monsa: Well, I found it.
Agnes: Haha, no, I can still see all of my ice-cream. Wanna know how, wanna know how, you dumb dildo.
Monsa: Where? In my stomach? You are dumb dildo. Eat my fish.
Agnes: Fuck, go fuck yourself you fat cow! Well I can see my ice-cream far away from you, you smelly old fish.
Monsa: Fuck, yes you can. Your Ice-cream is in the store. Piggy.
Agnes: No you dumbo, it's right through one of these 19 doors on your right.
Monsa: Where? I can't see them. Maybe I'm blind. I wanted to tell you before, that you are pretty... hore. Beat it.
Agnes: Well maybe because you have such a small brain. Ofcourse you're blind, I've always noticed that. So that's no new news. Woow thank you, did I already tell you that you look like an fat elephant? Or was it a cow? I really don't remember. But about the doors on your right, they do exist, look at the ceiling, on the right you dumb blonde hore. Yeah I saw you fucking Chrises ex. Yea that gay boy.
Monsa: Maybe you don't remember beacause you have such a small brain. Did I already tell you that you look like a piggy? Oh did I? You see doors, thats cool. Maybe you should go to the madhouse, not seaside. And you didn't see me fucking with chrises ex. You saw your wife. You criminal.
Agnes: Monsa WTF!? You've finally lost it, yes you have. You don't even remember that you already are in the madhouse. How hilarious. How dumb can you get? And I thought I was dumb. You madman.
Monsa: I haven't lost anything, but you lost, you lost your wife to another gay guy. I remember being in the madhouse with you. I'm dumb? NOT! by:borat, who's your next opponent. I have heard that your wife is hitting on him.
Agnes: Monsa have you really lost your marbles, for gods sake, can't you still understand you are hollusinating things. But I'm actually fine with that, I'll leave your dear old gay husband to worry about that. Good luck.
Monsa: You are just jealous that I have husband, that's why you call him gay. You don't understand what means: man in the house, because you have a wife, who is hitting on another man. But, I'm actually fine with that. Piggy.
Agnes: ARE YOU NUTS!? I have no wife or husband. I'm not married or never will be, get that already, you really have no sence of memory left in your brain. Sad, sad. If you had, I guess you wouldn't be such a fat hippo.
Monsa: Oh, I remember something. I admit my mistake. You fuck your dog. I have heard that from... oh I'm not gonna tell you. Don't get it wrong. I want to tell you but, I can't, because I have such a small brain. I will always love you from the bottom of my heart.
Agnes: Okay, I feel like I've talked to an idiot too long. Okay I will leave you with your nice gay thoughts now. I'll just call for the madhouse doctor to come and let me out of your cell. Have a nice life, sucker!
Monsa: Really? That's such a sweet thing. I feel, that I'm free now. You opened my soul, with your funny jokes. I'm so thankful. I'm full with joy. Have a nice life, you too my savior! I hope that you can visit me some day, when you realise that we are one person. Maybe you can take some Vodka with you, then we will celebrate our freedom.
Agnes: Aww, your sweet words go right to my heart, they light me up inside. I feel so alive now, like I've never felt before. Actually I change my mind, I like the way you move. Like the way I moved in my years here in my cell. Well maaaaan, run for it when I leave, maybe you can be free somday, like me and I can buy you something much better than Vodka, like champange. That will make you learn some manners also. Have a good run, you fucked up ogar.
Monsa: Knock knock. Who's there? I'm the madhouse doctor. What do you want? I want to tell you, that Agnes can't leave yet, we realised, that her dumb ass is not going to survive in this earth school. Oh really that's sad. NOT! Oh, Agnes! Borat called, he said that your wife is really good at bed, better than you.
Agnes: Okay you big piglet, you can stop talking to yourself now, the doctors here. He'll give you a nice nice medicine, wich will erase your good mood. Muahahhaahaha fantastic. Bye Borat.
Monsa: I wasn't talking with myself, I was talking with you. Ooh, that's nice that you are calling me with your loved one's name. AWW. Do I have to cry happy tears now? And you have to realise, that we are not in the madhouse, we are in your fucking home, you dumb biatch.
Agnes: Ofcourse you weren't talking to yourself. Face it, actually you were. HAHA, thats so funny, you have forgotten your own name, wich happens to be Borat. Well now, take your happy pills and feel the pain! Bye forever my first loved one. You've gotten so fucked up now.
Monsa: AGNES! Get out of your dreams, I'm not borat!!! I know you want me to be, but face it, I'm not. You have to take something more stronger than happy pills. I know that you are in love with me, but our feelings are not the same. I don't love you, I'm sorry. I hope that I don't hurt your feelings now. I hope that from the bottom of my heart, that you will find someone, who will feel the same thing, that you do. I can't never love, a piggy. I'm on the animal security gang, I can never fuck an animal.
Agnes: Sure, sure.
