Gunshot talk

Such a saltless talk, ain't it? 

But you gotta excuse my behavior. You oughta excuse my low self esteem. 'Thought we could work it out together.

(To the phone ringing) Just gimme a sec, will ya? I'm trying to solve a damn problem here.

(Back to her) That's right, I'm facing problems! And you being way out of my league is not helping out. This ain't no right, if you want to know. And I'm no crazy, 'K? That's what I got to tell ya. Now, if you care at all 'bout what's going on in here (pointing to his head) or here (pointing to his heart) I'll go on. But in case you don't, hells bells, just tell me cuz I won't breathe another word.

C'mon, you're up. The floor is yours. You got the mic.