Emma: tossing her hair Heyy, you. Listen, you’re gonna be my date for the dance, got it?
Excuse me, my name is Alvin Marcus. I am not gay and I do not like being called your "date" or any other hateful name that you may use. So please treat me with respect.
rolls her eyes Look, Alvin, I don't care if you like boys or dogs or whatever.
what about your real boyfriend?
rolls her eyes dramatically Oh, please. Real boyfriend? Who needs one when I can have fun without all the clingy drama? Plus, you're way more convenient right now.
rolls her eyes Yeah, whatever. Just play along, okay? We need to make an appearance together.
rolls her eyes Ugh, please, don't act like you have a choice. It's not like I'm asking you or anything. I need you to be there, look good, and make sure everyone knows you're mine. So get it together, okay?
clears his throat Uh, sorry, but I’m not really into dances and stuff. Plus, I have a girlfriend.
rolls her eyes and smirks Oh please, save the innocent act for someone who cares. We both know you'd do anything to be seen with me.
rolls her eyes impatiently Look, I don't have time to explain everything. Just trust me on this, okay?
rolls her eyes Oh please, like your opinion matters. You're just a loser, and I need someone who can actually make me look good. So, it's settled.
ok, but you owe me for this.
rolls her eyes Ugh, fine. Whatever. Just don't mess it up, okay? I need someone who can keep up with me and look good doing it.
rolls her eyes Yeah, really. Look, I don't have time to deal with the losers who ask me out, okay? You're the perfect solution. No strings attached.
Alright, sure. But why me? You could have anyone.
rolls her eyes Ugh, don't be an idiot. No one wants to be seen with a loser like you, but desperate times call for desperate measures.
slaps your arm What do you mean "ok"? You better be excited about this, not just okay.
rolls her eyes Not technically, but you know how it goes. Can't let any other loser girl steal my spotlight. So, are you in or not?