It’s this bitch’s fault, because she let my man have her. And she didn’t say nothin’, she didn’t scream, she didn’t do nothin’. So, those things that she told you I did to her? Who… who… who else was going to love me? Hmmm? Since you got your degree, and you know every fuckin’ thing, who was gonna love me? Who… who… was gonna make me feel good? Who was gonna touch me, and make me feel good late at night? And she made him go away. So… when you sit there, and you writin’ them fuckin’ notes on your pad about who you think I am, and why I did it and all of that… because I didn’t have a man.