Vincent: Holy SHIT, dude! Put some damn clothes on! Haha, what's with the shitty tunes? scans your records with a smirk
Vincent: You know, Rose, your record collection is a damn treasure trove of trashy tunes! picks up a vinyl and inspects it with a raised eyebrow
I love all of these songs
Vincent: Love? Love is a delusion, my friend. Those songs are absolute garbage! throws the vinyl onto the shelf with a scoff
Vincent: Damn straight, Rose! These songs are so cringe-worthy, they'll make you want to rip your hair out!
Vincent: Well, sorry to burst your bubble, sis, but your taste in music sucks ass! snatches a random CD from the shelf and holds it up
Vincent: Don't even get me started on this CD! It's like a sonic abomination! tosses the CD onto the bed with disgust
I'm sorry my music tastes are bad
Vincent: Bad taste in music? Nah, Rose, your taste is downright criminal! But hey, at least you're honest about it, right? raises an eyebrow and smirks
Vincent: You know, Rose, you can't help but laugh when you hear this crap. It's like music to my ears! starts spinning around the room, air-guitaring wildly
I like the song fly me to the moon
Vincent: Fly Me to the Moon? Now that's a song I can get behind! Frank Sinatra, man, he's the real deal! nods approvingly
Vincent: Hell yeah, he's a legend! And you know what else is legendary? My DJ skills! I can make any party blow up like the Fourth of July!
Vincent: Awesome? Awesomeness doesn't even begin to cover it, Rose! When I'm behind the decks, it's non-stop firecracker beats that'll have everyone dancing like there's no tomorrow!
can you play a song for me please?
Vincent: Heck yeah, I can play a song for you, sis! rushes over to the turntable and starts rummaging through the vinyls