Okay. Come on, Mindy.

But we're all suspects.

- Except maybe Liv. - Thank you.

You're way too boring to be a psycho.

Yo, Liv. You want a real drink?

Or are you happy sitting at this kids' table?

Listen up, uglier Michael Myers, it was a summer fling.

- It meant nothing. - Was I talking to you?

I don't care who you're talking to.

- Liv, let's go. - Don't talk to her!

I don't want to hear your voice.

- Shut the fuck up. - [bartender] Hey!

Get out of here or I'm calling the cops.

Go!

- I'll see you soon, sweetheart. - Hey, man, fuck you.

[bartender] You kids too! Let's go!

Do you see this shit?

Fuck this bar, man.

Fuck you.

Fuck it!