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can you go, please?
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no, really.
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is it 'cos i don't like dogs?
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i'm an escaped convict.
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get out!
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i broke out of prison
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i don't quite follow, love
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to see the cubs in the world series.
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just fuck off!
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i'm serious.
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oh, i see
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shut up.
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well, perhaps i was jumpin' to conclusions, but i got the impression i could kip down on the sofa or somethin'
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jesus.
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lovely.
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- go where?
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sakamoto will be here any moment.
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'ave you got any suggestions?
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no unsolicited comments--
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'cos it's like a fuckin' eskimo's grave out there.
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diane connors?
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all right, i'm going
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uh, that's her.
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it's not easy, is it?
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what are you doing here?
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d'you find that?
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watch it.
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well, just goes to show you that no matter how many books you read, there's some things in this world that you never, ever, ever, ever, ever fuckin' understand.
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she bites.
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thank you for the tea, and the bath, and the booze.
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what the hell is going on here?
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and the beans.
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didn't you get the message
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and listen love,
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that we are not interested
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i hope that when you're tucked up tonight all snug and warm underneath your tear-sodden fuckin' duvet and your ankle-length emily bronte windin'-sheet that you spare a thought for me, with my head in a puddle of cold dog's piss,
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in you or your agency?
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an' i hope that you dream about me.
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tell her who you are.
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an' i hope that you wake up screaming.
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i'm, uh, jimmy.
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and i hope that all your fuckin' children are born blind, bow-legged, hare-lipped, homeless hunchbacks!
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ms. connors,
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'ave you ever 'ad an abortion?
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walter bentley's on teleconference.
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'ave you?
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put him through.
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i'm curious to hear what he has to say.
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i thought i was pregnant once.
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oh, good.
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would you 'ave 'ad one?
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i can explain everything.
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will, in the end, it turned out i wasn't, and 'e left me anyway, so...
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hello, diane.
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i wanted to keep mine
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you're looking good.
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what happened?
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look here, i want to apologize for--
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all my mates said i couldn't look after a baby
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spencer!
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too fuckin' right.
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walter.
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did it make you feel shitty?
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thank-- thank god--
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it was a nightmare.
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what the hell are you doing there?
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i really loved 'im
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you look awful.
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'e was a philosopher
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like a bum at a costume party.
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where was this?
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you should be ashamed of yourself.
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paris.
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like he looks great.
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you should've seen the state of 'is girlfriend
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and how the hell could you come up with
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'ad one when i was fifteen, an' all.
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this honey nut bakery slogan?
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oh, jesus, sophie!
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they've already printed the billboards.
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i think that one was worse for my mum, fuckin' drama she made out of it
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"check out those buns"!
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i could've been married by now, with a four-year-old
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what buns?
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d'you want to get married?
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these buns!
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don't know
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i like that.
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just 'cos you 'ave a kid with someone doesn't mean they're gonna stick around.
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walter, i don't think
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my dad didn't.
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your corporate and personal problems
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'e couldn't fuckin' wait to get out.
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are any concern of ours.
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well, don't know if i want to get married, but i wouldn't say no to a proper relationship
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you have screwed up in every possible way.
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what is a proper relationship?
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walter, it--it wasn't me!
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livin' with someone 'oo talks to you after they've bonked you.
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that's not spencer, walter.
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