Daphne Page #3

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and think I'm really cool.

How... how did you just say...

Do you even know who

Slavoj Zizek is?

Yeah, of course, I f***ing do.

Did you just Google him because

I mentioned him last week?

You did, didn't you?

Go on, say his name again.

No, I didn't. Slavoj Zizek.

Rubbish.

- Slavoj Zizek.

- Slavoj Zizek.

Anyway, these days it's

just... You don't even write

anything about yourself,

it's just all photographs,

just, like, there's

no human interaction,

it's like you're shopping.

It's like this.

Yah, yah, yah, f***.

Why are you even talking...

Who f***ing cares?

- Who cares?

- That's all it is.

Yeah, you know, I agree with you,

but like, what's love then?

'Cause love and f***ing

are different things.

Ideally you need both.

The love... the love bit

is a necessary illusion

to bind us all together to

propagate our shitty species.

No, no, that's bullshit.

That's bullshit.

Love and sex,

you make do.

It's whatever works.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Go home to your wife, Joe.

Okay.

Okay, I'll see you.

Get off of me, get off.

Easy. Just relax, pal,

you're crazy.

- What was that?

- Get off me!

Yeah, well, you promise

you're gonna behave?

Yeah, no,

- yeah, yeah.

- Well, which one is it then?

- Promise, I'll behave.

- All right, then.

I'm gonna count to three.

One, two...

You, sir, are a fabulous c*nt.

Go home.

Please, can I come back in?

Go home.

Hey, hey you, miss.

- I don't wanna go home.

- Go home, you're pissed, yeah?

- Hey.

- Yeah, don't try and sweet him.

Don't try and sweet him.

Ain't gonna work.

- Lotta traffic.

- F*** off.

Chick chick chick chick chicken

Live and laugh for me

- Be my wing man.

- Huh?

You be my wing man.

Chick chick chick chick chicken

Lay a little egg for me

Chick chick chick chick chicken

I want one for my tea

Mmm.

Bet you get wrinkles.

Blimey, it should

get wrinkles there.

It's crashmania.

Why, Lord, why me?

Don't answer that.

'Cause he can't see that I exist.

I'm talking to myself.

I'm such a wanker.

I know it's just a small thing,

but it does, it really annoys me

that I have to pay so much

for these classes after school.

Clarinet. Karate. It's ridiculous.

All adds up.

Do you know what I mean?

And they don't even teach

them how to make music.

Are we going on the lam,

Daphne, dude?

- Daphne?

- West Hampshire.

Get your skates on, Daph.

Hey, Beth, dude, he could

get hit by a bus, literally,

any single day, so why

don't you just have a night

enjoy the f*** out of

your kid while you can.

Hey, Daphne, dude, why don't you

mind your own f***ing business?

I would, but you talk

sh*t the whole time.

And unfortunately,

I'm not f***ing deaf.

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