FIONA: [edgy] Go and have a counter tea.
KENNY: [getting up and moving to her, roaring] Get out into the kitchen, open the fridge, get out a piece of sliced cow and put it under the griller, you lazy bitch.
FIONA: [adamantly] Go and have a counter tea.
KENNY: [shaky] No. You haven’t got any man comin’ in. It’s just that you’re too bloody lazy. That’s what it is. Bloody slut. [He sees the stack of cardboard boxes.] What’s these?
FIONA: [nervously] Boxes.
KENNY: [roaring] I can see that, you dumb twit. [He kicks them, scattering them over the room.] What are they bloody well here for? As if we haven’t got enough mess already. What’re they here for?
FIONA: [nervously] The… er… supermarket was getting rid of them. I thought they might come in handy.
KENNY: Handy for what?
FIONA: [thinking] For Sophie to play with.
KENNY: You’re joking.
FIONA: She’ll build houses and things with them.
KENNY: She’ll rip ’em to bits like she ripped me bloody car manual.
FIONA: That was over a year ago.
KENNY: [aggrieved] They’re out of print now. E.H. manuals. Can’t get your hands on one for love nor money. Where is the little bugger?
FIONA: [nervously] She’s over at my mother’s.
KENNY: [indignantly] That old bitch has always got her.
FIONA: She hasn’t had her for a fortnight.
KENNY: I was going to have a bit of a play.
FIONA: I’m sorry.
KENNY: I always have a wrestle with her when I get home.
FIONA: [blowing up] You’re never home on a Friday.
KENNY: That old bitch does nothing but pump the poor kid full of social graces.
FIONA: Don’t be stupid.
KENNY: Last time she was over there, when she came home she was running around saying, ‘Thank you. Please’, like a little parrot, until I straightened her out.
FIONA: [gritting her teeth] For Christ’s sake, will you go down the pub with your mates!
KENNY: [getting up from the television and moving to her with an air of conciliation] Anyrate, let’s not argue. I didn’t come home to argue.
He feels her bum. It is obvious what he has come home for. She doesn’t react.
How about coming and watching some television?
He feels her breasts and bum. She doesn’t react.
Come on. Might develop into somethin’?
FIONA: [edgy] I’m not in the mood.
KENNY: [still feeling her] You were last night.
FIONA: [flaring] Yes, and then you bash me up straight afterwards.
KENNY: It wasn’t straight afterwards, and it was about something completely different, and I didn’t hit you that hard.
FIONA: Well, it hardly inspires confidence when you’re made love to one minute and bashed up the next.
KENNY: [taking his hands off her] Look. I’d been warning you about that kitchen tidy for two days.
FIONA: Why didn’t you empty it out yourself?
KENNY: [indignantly] That’s your job. I can’t understand how a mother could let the kitchen tidy get in that state when she’s got a young daughter whose health might be endangered.