J:You want some soup?It's Debbie's home-made recipe.
B:Well, no wonder I feel like barfing.Listen to me, you little shit:I don't want you here.
J:I don't care what you want.You're not getting rid of me.... ...
B:Then what the hell are you asking me for?
J:So that I can tell you what a motherfucking piece of shit you are for not telling me, for shutting me out,and most of all, for thinking that I would leave you. Why would you think that?Because you had a ball removed?Because you're no longer perfect?Well, believe me, Mr. Kinney,that is the least of your imperfections.And if I'd wanted to leave you, I've had better reasons. Plenty of them.
B:Maybe you should have.
J:Yeah, maybe you're right.But I thought we had a commitment.And I plan to stand by it.I want you to get your ass back in bed, you son of a bitch.And eat some fucking chicken soup.
J:So that I can tell you what a motherfucking piece of shit you are for not telling me, for shutting me out,and most of all, for thinking that I would leave you. Why would you think that?Because you had a ball removed?Because you're no longer perfect?Well, believe me, Mr. Kinney,that is the least of your imperfections.And if I'd wanted to leave you, I've had better reasons. Plenty of them.
J:Yeah, maybe you're right.But I thought we had a commitment.And I plan to stand by it.I want you to get your ass back in bed, you son of a bitch.And eat some fucking chicken soup.
