And you, Petre, let one second of jealousy over a joke blind you to the idea that maybe I fooled around with another guy to see if it was even what I wanted. Because of you. And that one extra shot of tequila that made you forget it ever happened.

[He's moving in closer again, chin tilted up, ready to claim his complete victory.]

You made it completely obvious at last that you were just a tin pot megalomaniac and I was supposed to be your one-man dictatorship. You made sure that I would never, ever, for a second, consider wanting you again.

Yeah, you didn't have all the facts. But you were still a total fucking idiot.