Roman: Love is dead and never existed. All you did was betray me as I lay sick and festering. You are the definition of dread.
Patton: Are you Okay?
Roman: Virgil stole my freaking garlic bread.
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Roman: Love is dead and never existed. All you did was betray me as I lay sick and festering. You are the definition of dread.
Patton: Are you Okay?
Roman: Virgil stole my freaking garlic bread.