Best Laid Plans Page #6

Sorted.

No. It's 120 for an eighth.

F***in' hell.

Here you are.

Happy Christmas.

(Closes door)

This'll take the pain away.

Money.

Do you want a beer?

(Bad Boy in Dirty Jeans playing)

# This isn't vanity

# It's just a general

interest in myself

# This isn't jealousy

# I just don't want to see you

with nobody else

# It seems the birds and bees

# Don't have the answer here

# Installs a sense of fear

# She should know by now #

- Now?

- No, it's too late, man.

Isabel now?

It's 12:
00, her mum and dad will go mad.

We'll go tomorrow.

- You promised.

- We're having a party.

F***ing quilt.

Have another beer.

- Promised.

- Tomorrow. We'll go tomorrow.

Come on, get that down you. Go on.

Yeah, just one more. After one more,

you'll be OK.

(Laughs)

You look like you've pissed yourself.

- Didn't.

- F***in' hell.

Where you going?

- Where you going?

- I'm having a sh*t!

Sh*t.

(Mobile phone ringing)

Hello?

Come on, baby.

Don't be shy.

(Snoring)

(Song ends)

(Both exclaiming)

(Isabel laughing)

(Joseph) No. It's not funny.

- Catch another one.

- What's all the f***ing noise?

Hello, Danny.

All them yours?

Mine and Isabel's.

(Both chuckling)

Sh*t.

"Sh*t."

(Both giggling)

Shite!

(Both giggling)

(Joseph) Plop.

Poo!

Crap!

(Isabel) Cack!

(Both giggling)

Dung!

Turd!

(Joseph blows raspberry)

(Both laughing)

Funny one.

(Knocking at door)

F*** off.

(Knocking continues)

Just put it under the door.

(Knocking continues)

F*** off!

Sorry about that.

You just caught me at a bad time.

You get a lot of weirdoes around here.

Thank you.

(Marianne) It must be difficult for you.

Looking after Joseph.

It has its moments.

- Biscuit?

- Oh, not for me, thank you.

Uh... No, thanks.

Isabel and Joseph seem

to be hitting it off.

- And you want to put a stop to that?

- No. No. On the contrary.

The fact of the matter is

we're not getting any younger.

We're not always going to be there

for Isabel and...

Our biggest concern is that they might

attract the wrong kind of attention.

Given that they're both...

What is wrong with her,

if you don't mind me asking?

When Isabel was born, there were

complications with her oxygen supply.

She suffered slight brain damage.

Look, it's early days,

but we want to make sure that

their time together is something special.

Precious.

(Isabel chuckles)

(Joseph stutters hesitantly)

(Exclaiming softly)

(Both laughing)

(Spin playing)

(Coughs)

# Let me paint this picture

# Hidden deep inside your brain

# Let me paint this picture

# And I'll help you pick your fate

(Phone ringing)

(Lisa) Hi.

# Head keeps spinnin',

my head keeps spinnin'

# Head keeps spinnin' #

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