:49:08
The dirty, rotten little sneak.
:49:12
The crummy little swine.
:49:17
Did she say anything?
:49:20
Did she drop any hints behind my back?
:49:22
No, just general comments, you know.
:49:24
She asked me about my poetry.
:49:27
Made one or two passing references
to nuns in taxis.
:49:32
What do you mean?
:49:33
Nuns. You know.
:49:35
N-U-N-S.
:49:39
Brides of Christ.
:49:42
I knew you'd bring that up again.
:49:45
Whatever happens, it's always my fault.
:49:48
How could you?
:49:50
How could you make such an exhibition
of yourself?
:49:52
Don't you start on me as well.
:49:55
I think you owe me
some sort of explanation.
:49:58
Come off it.
:50:02
You want a graphic description, do you?
A blow-by-blow account?
:50:06
I say, when I think of all those skirts
and petticoats and things...
:50:15
it's the sort of thing you used to do
when I first met you.
:50:18
In that club in Notting Hill Gate.
:50:20
And I remember how you used
to go clomping around without a bra.
:50:24
Hitting girls over the head.
:50:26
Lovely.
:50:28
Kindly keep your foul-mouthed recollections
to yourself.
:50:32
And remember who pays the rent here.
:50:34
Not for much longer, perhaps.
:50:35
Did she say something, then?
:50:37
No, I don't think so. Nothing in particular.
:50:40
No, she doesn't bloody well have to.
Not with this.
:50:43
Why? What does it say?
:50:46
None of the other characters have ever come
near me in the popularity ratings.
:50:51
And now this idiot Leo Lockhart...
:50:54
who got the sack from Stratford-on-Avon
after six months of carrying a spear about...
:50:58
and creeps around saying to everybody: