"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.