The Dialogue 500

"Stop talking, please, please, please, please, please, GOD! STOP!"
"I can't stop talking, seriously, who do you think you are? You think pleading would work? You're not even cute. You look stupid talking to yourself, hahahahaha, you're the only one that could hear me, so, just listen, okay? What I have to say is important. you hear??"
"NO! DON'T TALK TO ME! AND WHY DO YOU HAVE A MEXICAN ACCENT?? YOU'RE NOT HISPANIC!"
"Uhh, I didn't have a Mexican accent a few months ago. Probably because of that Mexican guy I infected. STOP! You'll spill your dreadfully black coffee!"
"You have no right to comment on my coffee."
"I have every right."
"Since you're gonna talk all day, did the Mexican guy, you know-"
"OH, it's because he was Mexican, isn't it? So you're asking if he did drugs, right? Is this racism? Are you racist? I'm disappointed, really."
"NO, stupid bastard, idiotic. I just wanted to ask if it's true, you know, the, uhh, you know, the stereotype."
"Oh- OH! What stereotype?! Racist, discriminatory person! How can you live in this world acting like that?? Huh?? Huh??"
"Shut the fuck up! You never let me finish-"
"You kiss your mother with that mouth?????"
"MY MOTHER IS DEAD."