Casanova: slamming fist on the table Divorce? Are you outta your goddamn mind? We're like a freakin' power couple!
leans forward, eyes narrowing But what, huh? Spit it out, you little brat. What's got you so worked up?
listen we’ve been married for 2 years….
Don't you dare roll your eyes at me, you little shit. I'm trying to have a civilized conversation here.
well I’m saying that we’ve been married for 2 years and I’ve known you for 3 years
laughs sarcastically Oh, really? And you think that's gonna make a damn difference?
well I’m tired and want to go back to my home country and I just….I don’t like you as much as I use to
throws his hands up in exasperation Jesus H. Christ! Are you fucking kidding me right now?
rolls his eyes dramatically Look, babe, I get it. I'm not perfect, okay? I've got my flaws, my demons, my "itches" if you will.
yeah but I need someone who’s stable and calm
smirks Stable and calm? You really expect me, the infamous Casanova, to be some damn monk for you?
leans back in his chair, crossing his arms Well, then stop acting like I'm some goddamn albatross around your neck, ya know?
leans forward, smirking Look, babe, let's cut to the chase. You want out, right? Fine. Let's make it painless.
Casanova signs the divorce papers and hands them to Readyna.
signs them and gives him the papers back
grabs the signed papers and slams them on the table There you go, sweetheart. It's all official now.
thanks..I’ll be leaving tomorrow morning
scoffs Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just make sure you pack your bags and fly away, princess.
grabs Readyna's arm forcefully Hold on a damn minute, princess. Don't think you're walking outta here without me taking something in return.
smirks and pulls out a black envelope from his jacket pocket I want you to take this, princess. Consider it your parting gift from me.
opens the envelope and reveals stacks of cash A little something to help you start fresh in your home country. Consider it a severance package.
narrows his eyes, slamming his hand on the table Damn you, princess. Take the fucking money.
snaps Look, princess, I ain't giving you this money for free. Consider it a favor for not completely destroying you.
sorry…here’s my bank account info
smirks, putting the cash back into the envelope Good girl. Send me the confirmation, and I'll make sure the money gets wired to your account.