Peter:
Saw another car down the end of the beach, thought we had the place to ourselves. Look what's shitting you anyway?
Marcia:
I told you I've got a splitting...
Peter:
No I mean what's really shitting you
Marcia:
I'm bored
Peter:
Well christ whose bloody faults that get off your arse and do something instead of smoking cigarettes and reading dirty books, amuse yourself
Marcia:
I wanted to go to Eildon remember
Peter:
Oh alright then take the car and piss off, go on piss off
Marcia:
Peter I'm not the type for crapping in the sunshine and yearning round campfires
Peter:
Waters too cold, the suns too hot
Marcia:
Alright then so what am I supposed to do
Peter:
Ah why don't you go fuck yourself Marcia
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