“Why do you do that?” he whispered, after a few minutes.“Do what?”“Provoke me.”“I don’t…I…I’m not provoking you. I’m stating a fact.”“Nevertheless, it is extremely provocative. Every time I try to have a conversation with you like a normal person, you provoke me.”
“You admit you're doing this on purpose?""This?""This - provoking me.""Say 'provoking' again. Your mouth looks provocative when you do.”
“I warned you that I’m having a difficult time being a gentleman. Should I assume you’re provoking me on purpose?”
“Say 'provoking' again. Your mouth looks provocative when you do.”
“I hope this story provokes you as much as it provoked me to write it.”
“Do you know how crazy that made me? I’m trying to concentrate on my fucking fucking ball baseball game and all I can think about is why the hell the girl I’m in love with is ignoring me. I knewsomething was wrong when you never called. I tried to shake it off, but I couldn’t. You can’t do that tome. Don’t you understand? You can’t fucking do that to me when I’m trying to play ball!”