Filth and Wisdom Page #4

I was saying...

- Details. Mm-hm.

- Details to work out.

Structure, expansion capabilities.

Uh-huh.

Sorry. Sorry, darling.

What was I saying?

Something about capability

to expand a structure.

Ooh.

Look at the time. I'd better be...

Better. Better.

We all want to be better.

I want to be better.

We want to be better.

The whole world would like to be better.

We'd all be better

if it was a better world.

You think you're too good for this?

It's bad enough

I have to get my tits out.

I'm sh*t.

I'm never gonna be as good as Tracey.

It's just so humiliating.

Do you mind?

- It's a gents', isn't it?

- Yeah, so be a gent and f*** off.

Don't you ever feel guilty doing this?

Devil's already got his piece, isn't it?

I don't need to give him another one

by feeling guilty about it.

Anyways, it's not about what you

show men,

it's about what you don't show them.

Men like mystery.

Oh, and by the way,

no one wants you to be like Tracey.

Just be yourself.

Now stop your f***ing crying.

I'll give you a lift home.

I treat her like a princess.

You don't know how to treat anybody

like a princess.

- Ah, Holly, please sit down.

- I've really got to get going.

Why? The night is young.

The moon is but a twinkle

within thine eye.

- Please. What time is it, Ade?

- Hmm.

- Tick-tock, it's a drink o'clock.

- On the dot.

Come on. You know, you've been

making such splendid progress.

- Let's celebrate.

- Okay, but I'm not drinking.

Just one little sip?

There.

You've got a phenomenal look about you.

You could be an actress.

- Really?

- Absolutely. I've done a couple...

Sometimes I throw VIP parties,

and it's an opportunity

for my most talented girls

to make rather a lot of cash on the side.

Or on top.

So what am I,

an actress or a prostitute?

No need to get defensive.

- Are you two at it again?

- Uh...

- No.

- Yeah.

You, you couldn't even pull

your own f***ing hair, darling.

Pull your hair.

- Pathetic.

- Pathetic?

That don't even touch the f***ing sides.

Stop fussing with me.

I know how to walk up the stairs.

Come on.

Something to drink?

- Yes.

Shall I get the sommelier?

No, you can get us a nice bottle

of Pinot Grigio.

Do you know what you're gonna order?

Sorry, do you want me

to read you the menu?

That won't be necessary.

I'll have the faggots in brine.

I'm kidding, Holly.

I thought prostitutes

and minge-munchers

and strippers were supposed

to be good fun.

Don't call me that.

Anyway, that's what I wanted

to talk to you about.

I'm still in denial that I have to

take my clothes off to make a living.

Ah. Well, for one thing, you don't have to,

you've chosen to do it.

And secondly, stop being

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