Mickey      They’re for a fucking spaniel!

Judy      Then call a fucking vet! … (She raises her leg.) If I piss up a lamp post, then you call a doctor.

Mickey      This is just great isn’t it. There could be a major health risk here.

Judy      I’ll be fine.

Mickey      I was talking about the dog!

Anthony      It’s okay, I can get some more from the vet.

Mickey      Make an appointment for Judy while you’re there.

Judy      You’re not funny.

Mickey      No. You took the dog pills. You’re funny. What the hell’s the matter with you? Don’t you read labels?

Judy      If you gave me a few Ritalin like you’re supposed to, I wouldn’t be so damn desperate.

She accidentally rolls off the sofa, landing on the floor.

Mickey      You’re not having any Ritalin, not ever. Okay?

She hoists herself onto her hands and knees and starts crawling on all fours towards Mickey, growling like a dog.

Mickey      Now go to bed.

She barks and growls. Pausing only to raise a leg and pee over Anthony’s feet. She then heads towards Mickey.

Mickey      Judy – go to bed. Just – go to bed.

By this point, she is facing Mickey’s groin.

Judy      Not without my bone I won’t!

She lunges towards his penis, then collapses with laughter.

Anthony      laughs along with her. But after a moment, he catches Mickey’s glare and stops.

Anthony      I’ll be off, then.

He picks up his bag and edges towards the door.

… Judy, please try and just – take it easy. I’ll see you in the morning.

She rolls over and he rubs her belly. She wriggles with delight.

Who’s a good girl?! I’ll come straight here.

Anthony now heads for the door.

Judy      Try the park first – I might be having my walk.

Anthony      leaves. She starts laughing to herself, but chokes on the laughter, causing her to cough and retch a little.

Mickey      If you’re gonna throw up, do it in the toilet.

Judy      I prefer the window. If the wind’s in the right direction – you can hit the concierge.

She crawls back to the sofa or nearest chair. He pours her a glass of water.

Mickey      Why do you keep doing this to yourself?

Judy      It was an evening out. It just went a bit cock-eyed … Is there coffee?

He gives her the water.

Mickey      It’s on its way.

Judy      I need a coffee.

He picks up the bits of fruit bowl and pieces of fruit that she earlier hurled across the room. She in the meantime awkwardly drinks some of the water, most of it pouring down her chin.

… What are you doing?

Mickey      The fruit bowl hit the wall.

Judy      I missed you? I’m losing my touch. With Luft and Minnelli, my accuracy was deadly.

Mickey      So I hear.