A Room to Die For Page #6

down under.

I like cold, gray weather.

You know, Marcus,

New York is the place

for stand-ups.

They're all there

plying their trade.

You tickle the rib cage

of New York, you tickle

the rib cage of the world.

Well, what are you

waiting for?

Make me laugh.

It doesn't work like that.

If you can't improvise,

you haven't got any chance

of success.

Come on, mark,

you can do this.

Prove brother dearest wrong.

No, no, no.

Don't sit down.

Stand up and do it.

You're a "stand-up",

aren't you?

Right.

"Danger wank."

Danger wank.

Imagine you're in your room,

having a wank

and your mum has just

called you for dinner

but you're right in

the middle of the act.

So you just carry on.

From that moment on

you've got less than

one minute,

before your mother

comes upstairs,

to finish wanking.

Now that, my friend,

is some serious

danger f***ing wanking.

If it's money you need,

i could find you a job

in my company.

You'd have to start

at the bottom,

but it is something. Hm?

Jill:
I kicked Jason out.

"Danger wank."

I found it funny.

What the f*** do you know?

You don't even

like my material.

What is wrong with you?

I had that chance

to make it, didn't I?

And I blew it,

and we both know why.

What? It's my fault?

And you...

You wear the trousers

in this relationship

and I'm meant to be

the f***ing man.

Then act like one.

You give me pocket money

to buy things, you tell me

what I can and cannot do.

I tell you what,

tell you what,

tell you what...

You're no different

from that nutty, old man.

No wonder I wanna

f***ing kill him.

Fine. Then add me

to this kill list

you're planning.

You side with him

and that old b*tch

when you know

they're trying

to drive me mad.

And you are in with them.

Will you

listen to yourself?

You're a paranoid mess,

Marcus.

Don't talk about them

this way.

You only date me

to piss your brother off,

when you treat me like

I'm your f***ing b*tch!

You are my f***ing b*tch.

You haven't got the balls.

You're a coward.

Why don't you just go

and f***ing marry

that old man,

so the three of you can

live happily ever after.

Let's see how you manage

on your own, b*tch,

without my handouts.

Oh, hello, I'd like

to have some roses

delivered, please.

Twenty.

It always stops

crying on 20.

You came back...

Sorry, I thought

you were mark.

Did you see him

at all today?

Well, we heard

a lot of banging.

Sounded like he was

packing things.

Then the front door slammed.

Did he say anything

at all to you?

No, dear.

If he's angry,

he'll come back.

Just give him time.

You look exhausted.

You need something to eat.

Come on,

let us look after you.

No, I'm fine.

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