Hell's Drifter

Angela:
Why do you have to always act like such a bollocks every moment of your waking life?

Greg:
Well, maybe you should try asking yourself why you make me act like such a bollocks!

Greg:
I just want you to know that this is the first time I've ever done this. Been to a psychiatrist, I mean. There's such a stigma attached to it, you know? People automatically assume that if you're seeing a shrink, then you must be a complete basket case. The truth is, I'm not here because I'm a basket case... Well, my girlfriend does call me that sometimes...

Greg:
Tell me doctor, what do you think? Am I abnormal?

Greg:
What are you coming back for now - to take a f***in' sh*t on me?

Angela:
Do you know anything else about him, like, his name?

Greg:
Well, we haven't made formal introductions if that's what you mean.

Angela:
So basically because of all this, I'm now caught up in the middle of some little spat you're having with a psychotic tramp?

Angela:
So what do you say? Why not let me go and settle your qualm with him. I mean, after all, who am I but a completely innocent party who got mixed up in all this? And for what? For having the misfortune of dating a complete bastard!

Greg:
If you don't cut a person's throat the right way, you're not going to kill him. You'll make him lose a lot of blood, that's for sure, but you won't kill him. He's still out there...

Angela:
No way...

Greg:
You just can't do anything right, can you?

Angela:
If he wanted to kill us, he could have done so already...

Greg:
Yeah, well you seem to be forgetting the small fact that we tried to murder him last night!

Angela:
Die cocksucker!