"Hey, Monika."
"Yeh?"
"Yer a right cunt, you are."
"Oi, you fuckin' what?"
"Yeh, ya heard me straight, lass. Yer a fuckin' cunt, a right ass-bastard."
"Yer gonna make me get me noose, ya pink-haired dag. Ya won't like me noose, deadset, lass."
"Oh, an' what're ya gonna fuckin' do with it, hang me from the neck up, aye?"
. . . . .
"And that's how your father and I became best friends."
"Mom, what the fuck."
Don't even ask me.
