Florence Oh good, the only mother I'll ever have feels obligated to me; that's not gonna create mommy issues at all I mean...not really; you don't have to give a flying fuck about me. Nobody says you have to. I'm glad you do, and shit, but you don't, you know...have to.
I know it's not the same him and I know it's not you at all. But that doesn't change that I can't unsee my best friend kissing my fuckin' mom, Florence. Because, at the end of the day...that's what I see. And I can't not see it. And it doesn't stop me wanting to deck that motherfucker because dude, you don't make out with your friends' moms. I never even had a mom until you and even I know that shit. And I know it's not really him and I know it's not even a little bit you, but it doesn't stop bothering me.
So...I know I gotta separate whatsherface from you because you're different people...I just don't know how. I never had to try. Identical faces...never bothered me that much, because one of them wasn't, you know...kinda my mom...until now.