[Pete storms in and snatches album off of vinyl player]
Shaun:
Don't scratch it! Wha- [Pete throws album out the window] That was the second album I ever bought!
Pete:
It's four in the fucking morning!
Shaun:
It's Saturday!
Pete:
No, it's not. It's fucking Sunday, and I've got to go to fucking work in four fucking hours 'cos every other fucker in my fucking department is fucking ill! NOW CAN YOU SEE WHY I'M SO FUCKING ANGRY?!
Ed:
Fuck, yeah!
Shaun:
Woah, woah, Pete, look...all right, we had a couple of drinks...we split up with Liz tonight.
Pete:
...All right, just keep it down a bit.
Shaun:
Sure. [Pete turns to leave]
Ed:
[mutters] Prick. [Pete stops]
Pete:
What was that?
Ed:
Nothing. [Pete goes to swing at Ed; Shaun attempts to stop him]
Shaun:
Whoa, we're all friends here–
Pete:
He's not my friend, he's a fuckin' idiot!
Ed:
What's that supposed to mean?
Pete:
It means, why don't you FUCK OFF!?! You wanna live like an animal, go live in the shed, you thick fuck!
Shaun:
Oh, fuck you!
Pete:
Stop defending him, Shaun! All he ever does is hold you back! Or does it make your life easier having someone around who's more of a loser than you are?
Shaun:
[Hurt] What's that supposed to mean?
Pete:
You know what I mean. I assume it was Liz that did the dumping. [pause, pointing at Shaun with a bandaged hand] Sort your fucking life out, mate!
Ed:
Whassup with you hand, man?
Pete:
[distracted] I got mugged on the way home from work.
Ed:
[amused] By who?
Pete:
[with growing irritation] I dunno, some crackheads or something. One of 'em bit me.
Ed:
[feigning disbelief] Why did they bite you?
Pete:
[angrily] I DON'T KNOW, I DIDN'T STOP TO ASK THEM!! [pause, clutching sinuses] Look, I've got a splitting headache, and your stupid hip-hop isn't helping. [he heads for the stairs, stopping at the front entryway] And the front door is open, AGAIN! [slams front door shut]
Ed:
[Sulkily] It's not hip-hop, it's electro. Prick. Next time I see him, he's dead.
