Career Girls

- Oh, hello.

- Hello. Are you, uh, Hannah?

- It's "Han-nah," actually.

- Oh, right.

- And this is Claire.

- Oh, I-I'm Annie.

Oh. Do come in, Annie.

- Thank you.

- All right.

I was just giving Charlie his dinner.

Oh, sorry.

This is Charlie.

And I'm Charlie's aunt, as in "Aren't I,

Charlie?" You behave yourself.

Oh, bloody hell. She's on drugs.

- It's for me asthma.

- Oh, right.

- Do you mind if I smoke?

- No.

Oh, it's a bit kamikaze, isn't it?

- What course are you on?

- Psychology.

Oh, bloody hell.

I'd better get on the couch.

Psychoanalysis

hardly comes into it at all.

Psychology is actually the scientific study

of human behavior.

Oh, well, that's all right then,

'cause I'm a dirty rat.

You could study her.

- So you both do English then?

- Yeah.

- "To be or not to be?"

- "That is the question."

- A very good one.

- I know what you mean, yeah.

This is my favorite band... The Cure.

- Oh, it's hers as well.

- Really?

- No.

- So, uh...

- what do you think of the old place?

- Nice, yeah.

Thirty pound a week inclusive,

but I'm a bit worried 'cause...

what does "must have G.S.O.H." mean?

'Cause I don't know

if I've got one, you see.

Oh, right. Uh, that just means

a good sense of housekeeping, doesn't it?

Oh, right. Well, I have to do a lot of dusting

'cause of me allergies and that, so...

It means good sense of humor.

An analogy to dust.

Now, what could that be?

- God's dandruff, maybe?

- Is that eczema?

No, it's dermatitis.

Well, it's better than "determinitis,"

which is what I've got. Let's face it!

- Did you walk?

- No, I got a taxi.

Hello.

- Hello.

- All right.

- Come on in, Annie. Make yourself at home.

- Bitch!

- Pervert!

- She's been to see her mum.

Oh, right.

Never, never!

She's a fucking bitch!

I'm never fucking going

there again! That's it!

- Oh, hiya.

- Hello.

You look so smart.

- Speak for yourself.

- Oh, yeah.

No, you do.

Let me take this.

No, it's all right.

It's really heavy.

- This is for you. It's, uh, nothing.

- You shouldn't have bothered.

- Come on. Let me take it.

- All right then.

- Did you get a cup of tea?

- Yeah, and a sarnie.

It's only one

and a half hours journey.

Uh, it's not much.

It's, uh, for your flat.

- Oh, you didn't need to. - Oh, it's

only a last-minute thing from Doncaster.

- The car's not very far, so...

- Oh. Is it on a meter?

- No, it's in the car park.

- Oh.

Oh, it feels strange, this.

- Yeah, it does, doesn't it?

- Mm. No, no, I mean London.

Oh, I see.

Has it changed much?

I don't know.

It has and it hasn't.

- Do you know what I mean?

- Yeah, I think so.

It all looks the same,

but... it feels different.

Stupid tosser.

- I'll tell you what is strange though.

- What?

- Seeing you driving.

- Well, it's the company car.

Oh, look at you!

I've got to drive me own jalopy.

You'll get one when

you're promoted, won't you?

I hope not to be there much longer.

Have you read this...

Wuthering Heights by Emily Bront?

- Yeah, it's great, and her house is near my house.

- Is it?

- Yeah. I've been there.

- Have you?

- Yeah. Yorkshire.

- Oh, right.

- I've got a question.

- Come on then.

Ms. Bront, Ms. Bront...

who will I have sex with next?

It's a bit like the I Ching, isn't it?

Except you don't have to scratch it.

"Himself befo..."

- "Erecting himself before."

- Yes!

- Yes! Well, you'll be all right then, won't you?

- It's your turn.

- Let her have a go.

- No.

- Go on.

- Come on. Ask Emily your question.

Okay. Will I find a fellow soon?

No, you've got to say

"Ms. Bront" twice.

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