That's it--you've cheated me one time to many.
I've had enough of your two-timin' ways.
You must admit, I've been patient as any
boyfriend could be. No more. Gone are the days
when I'd stand idly by and watch you flirt,
your eyelashes like butterflies in flight,
with every buff Bocephus. I've been hurt
again and then again. It isn't right
for you to sit there, lookin' so damn fine,
while I say adios and fare thee well.
Though...if you smiled and swore that you'd be mine,
despite past infidelities...ah, hell.
I guess I might give you just one more chance.
Just one, you got it? Good. Take off your pants.