Friday, 26 December 2014

Good Puppy...

“William!?”
“Will!”
‘Jesus effing Christ, child!’

“I’m looking, momma! I cant see what I cant see!”

“If your daddy was alive today he’d be sicken’d by you.”

"Momma please. It’s not here!”

"Open your eye’s, boy!" 

“Jesus. You’d swear your papa never taught you anything!”

“Well maybe if you didn’t chase him away with all your whoring this wouldn’ be a problem.”

“William. Do you know how your daddy died?”
"He had an accident."

"Yes. The same one you’re going to have if you don’t get me my fucking blade. And shut that goddamned door!”
Never Mind the Morning After

“What the hell are you so bloody upset about, Natalie? You are running around like chaos on cocaine and we-“
“Don’t fucking patronise me. If you had any idea about life, you’d be running around with me instead of standing there like some presidential podium ornament with a hand full of cue cards and a mouth full of teeth. Get off your high horse and help me look or piss off. Your choice.”
“Just relax, okay?” What are you looking for?
Do NOT play stupid.
*scrambles around knocking things over*
*lifts head to stare*
“Help or fuck off. You are delaying the process!”  
*voice from down the hall*
“Nat, any luck?”
“Nat, please. Just listen to me. Be reasonab-“
REASONABLE? Don’t talk to me about reasonable. If you hadn’t gone and gotten yourself knocked up, none of this would ever have happened!
I am doing you a favour here and I WILL NOT LET YOU FORGET IT!!
Go boil the kettle. We’ll need to sterilise.

“Steril…wait…no. What are you doing?