The Argument

“WHAT THE FUCK’R YOU TALKING ABOUT!”

“THAT SLAG DOWN THE FUCKING ROAD!”

“SHE’S NOT A SLAG … SHE’S SOPHISTICATED, NOT LIKE YOU, YA BITCH!”

“SOPHISTICATED … IS THAT WHAT YOU CALL HER?! SHE’S NOTHING MORE THAN A TRUMPED UP HUSBAND THIEF!”

“YEA … WELL … AT LEAST SHE DON’T GO WHORING IT ALL OVER THE TOWN, DOES SHE?!”

“WHAT DO YA MEAN BY THAT?!”

“YOU KNOW! IF THE CAP FITS, THEN WEAR IT!”

“ARE YOU IMPLYING THAT I’VE DONE SOMETHING WRONG?”

“TAKE IT EXACTLY HOW YOU WANT!”

“I’M NOT HAVING ANY MORE OF THIS. YOU’RE KNOCKING HER OFF YOU FILTHY BASTARD AND YOU HAVE THE CHEEK TO ACCUSE ME OF BEING A WHORE! WELL YOU CAN GET STUFFED! I’M OFF!”

“RUNNING HOME TO MUMMY ARE YA. GO ON THEN, BYE, BYE.”

“NO … I’M NOT GOING TO MY PARENTS, EITHER.” “WHERE ARE YOU GOING THEN?

“MIND YOUR OWN FUCKING BUSINESS!”

“GOING TO YOUR BOYFRIEND’S, I BET?!”

“I’VE TOLD YOU BEFORE … I’VE DONE NOTHING WRONG!”

“OH YEA … WELL WHO WAS THAT YOU WERE WALKING UP THE ROAD WITH TONIGHT … A FUCKING GHOST?!”

“HE WAS WALKING BACK FROM THE SHOPS WITH ME, THAT’S ALL!”

“BUT HE’S ALWAYS WALKING BACK FROM THE FUCKING SHOPS WITH YOU. WHY … THAT’S WHAT I’D LIKE TO KNOW?!”

“LOOK … THERE’S NOTHING IN IT. IT’S A COINCIDENCE.”

“IF IT’S A COINCIDENCE, THEN WHY DOES HE ALWAYS LOOK AT THE GROUND WHEN HE SEES ME? WHY DOES HE CROSS THE STREET? WHY DOESN’T HE TALK TO ME ANY MORE? EH? ANSWER ME THAT!”

“LOOK … HE’S OUR NEIGHBOUR. I CAN’T JUST IGNORE HIM!”

“NO … BUT YOU DON’T HAVE TO FOLLOW HIM AROUND, EITHER.”

“FUCK YOU … I’M GOING!” “YOU’RE NOT LEAVING THIS HOUSE UNTIL YOU’VE TOLD ME THE TRUTH!”

“THAT’S FUCKING RICH. YOU’VE BEEN GOING WITH THAT LITTLE TART FOR OVER A YEAR NOW AND YOU QUESTION ME ABOUT WHAT I’M DOING. YOU’VE GOT A BLOODY CHEEK!”

“LOOK … YOU’RE JUST TRYING TO JUSTIFY ONE IMPROPRIETY WITH ANOTHER! AT LEAST I ADMIT I’VE DONE WRONG … BUT YOU…!”

“I KEEP TELLING YOU IT’S NOTHING!” “YOU’RE LYING … I CAN SEE IT IN YOUR EYES, SMELL IT ON YOUR BREATH! FOR FUCK SAKE WHY DON’T YOU JUST TELL ME?”

“WHAT DO YOU CARE, ANYWAY. ALL YOU WORRY ABOUT IS THAT BITCH…?”

“YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT I FEEL!”

“IF YOU FELT ANYTHING YOU WOULDN’T HAVE GONE WITH HER, WOULD YOU?!”

“ARE YOU CRYING!”

“NO!”

“YES YOU ARE… LOOK … I’M SORRY. I KNOW I’VE DONE WRONG, BUT I WANT TO MAKE AMENDS. I’M FINISHED WITH HER … YOU’VE GOT TO BELIEVE ME!”

“OH, JOHNNY … I DIDN’T MEAN IT … I’M SORRY, TOO!”

“WHAT HAPPENED?”

“I WAS LONELY … THAT’S ALL … AND HE HELPED ME…”

“THE FUCKING BASTARD. WHAT DID HE DO? COME ON … OUT WITH IT!”

“JOHNNY FORGIVE ME … I DIDN’T REALISE IT WOULD GO THIS FAR! I WAS SO LONELY … SO UPSET!”

“HOW FAR DID IT GO, THEN? I KNEW SOMETHING WAS WRONG!”

“I CAN’T TELL YOU … I FEEL SO ASHAMED…!”

“WHAT DID HE DO? TELL ME NOW, WHAT DID HE DO?”

“HE ASKED ME TO TOUCH HIM.”

“AND?”

“WE — WE HAD SEX …”

“NO — NO! NO … PLEASE…!” “ARGGGHHHH!!”