Tara: Hey, Wight.
Dwight: My name is Dwight.
Tara: Not anymore ...
Dwight: Hate you.
Tara: You too. So, what are you doing? I'm guessing you aren't masturbating.
Dwight: Actually, holding an ice pack to my crouch.
Tara: I guess you barely had one.
Dwight: Shut up.
Tara: Make me.
Dwight: If anything, I could do the opposite.
Tara: What? Make me complain about how small it is.
Dwight: You are lucky you are gay.
Tara: Actually, I'm lesbian, get your facts straight. a
Dwight: It's the only thing I can get straight right now.
