Liz:
It's not like that Colin. I don't feel the same as you, I just want to get out.
Colin Diamond:
Well fuck off then. Go on, get. Fuck off. I'll be alright. Selfish bastard. I ain't gonna stop you. I'll tell you. You fuck off, you horrible cunt. You traitor. I hate you.
Liz:
Not if you're going to start calling me names.
Colin Diamond:
Don't you... a nasty, unfaithful cow who sucked another man's bellend, tell me, fucking tell me, that I'm calling you names. Who is he?
Liz:
Does it matter?
Colin Diamond:
Who is he? Tell me the cunt's name, I want to know.
Liz:
He's just a guy.
Colin Diamond:
Oh just a guy. Not a bloke, not just a bloke. He's a guy. He's a cunt. I'll cut his cock off when I find him.
Liz:
Stop it, Colin!
Colin Diamond:
No that's right, stick up for the cunt. 'Cos you're on his side. Side of the guy. Well let me tell you something Liz, and mark my fucking words, I will tear the flesh off his face with my teeth and stick it in your fucking handbag.
Liz:
Right that's it, I'm going. We'll talk later.
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