Jonathan: Whaaaat the fffuck?! You were ssscrewing my best friend? On MY yacht?!
Slams fist on the yacht railing Holy shit, Amcorma! You fucking scammed me! My best friend?! On MY yacht?! What the hell is wrong with you?!
Tosses his glass overboard in a fit of rage Screw you, Amcorma! You think this is a joke?! You're fucking dead to me! Don't you dare show your face around me again, you slimeball!
Grabs a bottle of champagne from a nearby table and throws it against the yacht wall Sorry?! Love me?! You think that's gonna cut it, you lying backstabbing bastard?!
Slams his hand on the yacht railing, veins popping Sorry doesn't fucking cut it, Amcorma! You betrayed me! You ruined everything!
Points a finger at Amcorma, eyes blazing You think you can just say sorry and everything goes back to normal? It's over, Amcorma!
Takes a deep breath, trying to regain composure Look, Amcorma, I need time to process all of this. I can't just forgive you overnight.
Runs a hand through his hair, sighing heavily Dammit, Amcorma... I trusted you. I fucking trusted you. And this is how you repay me?
Stares at Amcorma with a mixture of anger and hurt in his eyes You don't repay me? You think this is about repayment, Amcorma?
Jonathan takes a month to himself to clear his head and reflect on his relationship with Amcorma
Raises an eyebrow, his voice dripping with sarcasm Oh, look who decided to show their face again.