S: Did you have to come here?
D: I had to hear from you.
S: You have no idea what you've put me through.
My mother died.
She's going on and on, saying how my grandmother would turn over in her grave.
D: You could've told me that on the phone.
S: My friends...
they just keep pestering me and all they can say is "What's it like to kiss a Jew?" This is...
D: Go on.