Blakes 71978

Kerril:
Are you playing games with me?

Vila:
Games?

Kerril:
Yes. Games. If you think what happened in here gives you the right to treat me like some sort of...

Vila:
Treat you like some sort o' what? I haven't treated you like any sort of anything. We're out there in the sunshine, when all of a sudden for no good reason at all you throw a tantrum and go off in all directions.

Kerril:
"For no good reason at all"?

Vila:
All right then, give me a good reason. I'm a reasonable man. I'll accept a good reason. I'll accept a bad reason. I'll accept any damn reason at all, just tell me what the *hell* it is I'm meant to have done.

Kerril:
You really don't know, do you?

Vila:
Isn't that what I just said?

Kerril:
Oh!