Look. Lady. I'm fucking busy. Too busy for whatever mundane shit is going on with you.

[He huffs and leans back in his chair.]

Because you know, between 'oh fucking teenager tagged my white picket fence' and 'dead body found', I'm gonna side with the dead lady, alright? You want I should drop her to go focus on your stupid shit? You want her? You can fucking have her! You can tell her she's dead instead. And I'll go paint your fucking fence back to its pristine white.