Nothing, Dirk. What is your fucking problem? l don't have a problem, Nina. l'm just making toast. Well, l'm just unpacking the shopping, Dirk. (Sings) § All the leaves are... All the leaves are brown § And the sky is grey... § You're fucking insane. You're a fascist bitch. You're the fascist, Dirk! l am not a fascist, Nina. § l went for a walk § On a winter's day § lf l didn't tell her § l could leave today... § That's the biscuit shelf, Nina. This...is where the pineapple chunks go. That's the biscuit shelf, Dirk! Scotch fingers, Tim Tams, Tiny Teddies... This is the pineapple shelf. lt always has been, and always will be the pineapple shelf. You're a crazy, lying, anorexic... ..praying fucking mantis evil witch! Danny, l demand we have a house meeting. § California dreaming § On a winter's day... § ( BUZZER SOUNDS ) Sammy! What are you doing here? Heard you had a spare room. You really should ring your mum, you know. l think she misses you. Tuesdays and Thursdays, Danny puts out the rubbish. Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, Dirk cleans the bathroom and the kitchen. Saturdays and Wednesdays, new person... ..that's you... vacuums the house, including all the bedrooms. Taylor cooks when he's not on night shift, Uptight does it when he is. And everyone's banned from writing each other into their novels, plays, film scripts, websites and all future technologies. What about you? What do you do? l don't have to put up with this. l have an audition in the morning. Don't know what you see in her. She's not very attractive. Welcome to hell. SAM: At least it's warm. ( BUZZER SOUNDS ) Mr Corcoran? Excuse me? l'm with the William Macey's hire-purchase division. Just wondering if a Robert Corcoran lived here. Come on in. You're number five for the week. Forming a club here for people chasing Mr Corcoran. And you are? Bragg. Billy Bragg. Pleasure to meet you, Mr Repo Man. Drawer of the living dead. All for Mr Corcoran. Doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure it out. Fake lD, phone account, broker a line of credit, stakes back to us, bingo. There is no Mr Corcoran. Probably never was. lf work calls, l've had a car accident. lf uni calls, l'm in Melbourne on a research trip. lf Mum calls, l'm gay and fucking my sister over at her place. And if Joey calls, l'm still using the computer so he can go and get fucked! You know, if you all watched more daytime soaps, you'd understand much better what l go through every day of my life. The ups and downs, the highs and lows... How about a nice cup of tea? ( DOOR SLAMS ) ( BUZZER SOUNDS ) (Sighs) Fuck! Your mother seems very nice. You really should speak to her a bit more often. Mr Corcoran, l presume? Do..stoevski. ltalian name, is it? That old Corcoran sure does love to shop, doesn't he, Feodor? And he ain't finished with us yet. Not by a long shot. He's got your Amex, your Visa, your MasterCard, Diners Club... ..hell, even your Grace Bros card's up there in the top five. You're too sensitive. You feel too much. Why do you always have to feel so much? Why do you always have to wear black? l am in mourning for my life. This is Sydney, you know. They do things differently here. Nobody cares about my problems, do they? Nobody cares about how l was raped by my uncle at 1 4, or how my psycho ex-boyfriend slept with my arch-nemesis from drama school! Do you always have to flirt? You flirt with anything. You'd flirt with a rock if you could. l find it natural. Well, try to suppress it. l think you're being weird. Not as weird as you. When it comes to weird, l think you take the cake. l am not weird. Nice tea, Feodor. lt's lndian, l think. Biscuit? Mmm. l don't want to talk anymore. l've had a cunt of a day. lt's not cheap, you know. Bulimia's not cheap, you know?. A real cunt of a day. 'Crime and Punishment' and...what was the other one? ' ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Хоттабыч на английском - текст Серые волки на английском - текст Доктор Детройт на английском - текст Судьба человека на английском - текст Курица на ветру на английском |