44 Inch Chest2009

Liz:
It's not like that Colin. I don't feel the same as you, I just want to get out.

Colin Diamond:
Well f*** off then. Go on, get. F*** off. I'll be alright. Selfish bastard. I ain't gonna stop you. I'll tell you. You f*** off, you horrible c*nt. You traitor. I hate you.

Liz:
Not if you're going to start calling me names.

Colin Diamond:
Don't you... a nasty, unfaithful cow who sucked another man's bellend, tell me, f***ing tell me, that I'm calling you names. Who is he?

Liz:
Does it matter?

Colin Diamond:
Who is he? Tell me the c*nt's name, I want to know.

Liz:
He's just a guy.

Colin Diamond:
Oh just a guy. Not a bloke, not just a bloke. He's a guy. He's a c*nt. I'll cut his cock off when I find him.

Liz:
Stop it, Colin!

Colin Diamond:
No that's right, stick up for the c*nt. 'Cos you're on his side. Side of the guy. Well let me tell you something Liz, and mark my f***ing words, I will tear the flesh off his face with my teeth and stick it in your f***ing handbag.

Liz:
Right that's it, I'm going. We'll talk later.