All or Nothing Page #3

I ain't allowed|to touch you no more?

I ain't saying that.|Get off.

Give us some of that.|- You got your own there.

I don't want one of me own.

Come on!|- No.

For f***'s sake.

Don't pinch me.|- Don't hit me.

Right, and another thing.

Don't you dare phone me|at half-11:00 at night.

I texted you.|You never phoned me back.

F*** that.|No, I'm out with the boys.

You're showing me up.|Making a right mug of me.

That's your problem.|- I was gonna get back to you.

Was ya?|- Course I f***ing was.

Just relax.|- You relax.

Oh, f***.

So what are we doing?|We going out or what?

Stayin' in.

We're stayin' in, yeah?|That's nice, innit?

Get off!

Come here.|- No.

F***ing come here!|- No. I don't want to.

You love it, don't you?|- What?

I swear to God, you are|the biggest cock teaser...

I've ever met in my life.

F*** off.|I ain't a cock teaser.

Where'd you get that bruise?|- You done it.

Good.

Does it hurt?|- No.

F***ing hurts.|- No.

What are you doing?|- Nothing.

What's the matter?|- I'm all right.

You don't like the way|I'm doing it to you?

Yeah.

Stop playing about, Donna.|- I ain't playing about.

Just lie down.|- I don't wanna lie down.

Just lie the f*** down!

I don't wanna f***in'|lie down with you.

What? You don't|want to do it no more?

I ain't saying that.

No. Just tell me,|you don't wanna do it no more.

F*** this.|- Where you going?

I'm getting out of here.|I don't need this.

Do you know what I mean?|I make the effort.

I drive all the way round here,|nearly two miles, right?

We're gettin' it on on the bed,|sweet, lovely?

You go cold on me.|You blow all hot and cold...

like some f***ing tap.

Do you know|how that makes me feel?

Terrific, lovely.|Thanks very much.

I can go somewhere else,|Donna, right?

I'll go down the pub with|the boys, yeah? Right?

I don't give a f***.

F***ing end of!

F***ing little b*tch.

I don't want you to go.|- Well, I'm going, ain't I?

I want to talk to you.|- What do you want to talk about?

I don't want to talk.|I wanna shag!

I do want to talk!|I want to tell you something.

And what do you want|to tell me, for f***'s sake?

I'm pregnant.|- What?

Say that again?

I'm pregnant.

No, you ain't pregnant.|You're on the pill.

I know I'm on the pill,|but I'm having a baby.

Bollocks.

It's yours.

No. You're having|a f***ing laugh.

It's not very funny, is it?

How do you know?

How do I know I'm pregnant?

Yeah, how do you know|you're pregnant?

I went up the doctor's.|- When?

Two weeks ago.|- Two weeks?

You've f***ing known|for two weeks...

and you didn't bother|to tell me?

I haven't seen you|for two weeks, have I?

Bollocks!|You seen me on Thursday!

And when I do,|you're always shouting at me!

F***ing hell, Donna!

For f***'s sake.

All right, Carol?

What?

What's that look for?

What look?

You give us a f***ing look.

No, I ain't.|- Yeah, you did.

You getting the hump again?

I ain't got the hump.|- Don't get stroppy with me.

I ain't getting|stroppy with you.

Ain't ya?|- No.

I'm your mate.|We're all mates, ain't we?

Yeah.|- There you are. See?

Don't take|no f***ing notice of me.

I ain't taking no notice of you.

You've been a good friend|to me, Maureen.

Yeah, I have.

I love you.|- I love you, too, Carol.

Do you?|- Yeah.

It's all right, Carol.

Penny.

Pretty girl.

Your turn.

Do you love me?

Yeah.

I'll bet you stopped|taking the pill on purpose.

Of course I never.

That's exactly what you'd do|just to f***ing keep me.

You think so?|- Swear on your mum's grave!

She ain't dead yet.|- I mean it, right?

If I ever found out|you did that to me...

I'll f***ing kill you, you slag!

Go on, then. Kill me!|- Oh, f***.

Listen to me. This doesn't|have to be a big thing.

It is a big thing.|- No, it ain't, Donna.

This happens all the time|to people.

All you've gotta do|is get rid of it, yeah?

I ain't a wanker.|I'll give you a bit of money...

and I'll even come along|and sort it with you.

That's nice of you.|- It's done and dusted, then.

Just like that.

Simple.|- Simple.

I mean it, right?

If you keep it,|I'm f***ing walking.

You want to stay with me,|you f***ing get rid of it.

And that's it, is it?

What do you want|to have a kid for?

How are you gonna feed it?|Support it?

I don't want to be a dad, Donna.

I ain't up to it! I don't|even want to be with you!

F*** off!|- Yeah.

I been thinking about it|for a couple of months now...

thinking about|chucking it all in.

All we ever do|is f***ing argue, innit?

Isn't that the truth?

It's doing my f***ing head in.

You know when I went|up to Newcastle...

with Cookie and the boys?|We was in a club.

I pulled the best little bit|of p*ssy ever in the toilet.

F*** off!|- Don't you dare!

She had a lovely pair of tits,|tight ass...

and I'll tell you what,|she gave me...

the best f***ing blow job|I've ever had in my life...

ten times better|than you could ever give it.

Are you gonna|start crying now, are you?

I'm not crying.

No. Go on. Cry.|Let's see you well up.

F*** off!

You lumber me with a kid,|I'll make your life sh*t!

You already do!|- I'll bury you, you c*nt!

F***in' mug!

Thanks.

Cheers, girls.

Take this off.|- In a minute.

Has it got sleeves?

No, it's sleeveless.|- Take it off.

It's nice, isn't it?

Did you get it|out of the catalogue?

I got the cardigan|out of the catalogue.

I got the top at the market.|They don't match. They're odd.

Sexy girl.|Don't she look sexy?

You gonna have a sing?

I'll get up in a bit.|I've gotta laugh later.

You got a good voice?

F***ing sight better than her.

Dolly Parton, me.

You gonna have a sing?|- No. It's too embarrassing.

How long you been|married, Penny?

I ain't married.

Ain't you?|- No, she ain't.

Why ain't you?

I dunno. Never asked me.

Don't matter, does it?|- No. I ain't bothered.

What a c*nt.|- Oh, that's nice.

I wouldn't want to get married|in a church anyway.

I got married in a church.|It was lovely.

It was the best day|of my f***ing life.

My little Ronnie.

Sweetheart.

F***ing hell.

Don't touch it.|It's gonna make it worse.

No. Leave it 'cause|it's right on your nipple.

It's my f***ing nipple.

Leave it. I'm not kidding.|- I'm not touching your nipple.

Ladies and gentlemen, give a big|welcome to our next singer.

Put your hands together|for Maureen.

Come on down, Maureen.|- Blimey, my turn.

Don't know when|I've been so blue

Don't know|what's come over you

You found someone new

And don't it make|my brown eyes blue?

I'll be fine

When you are gone

I'll just cry

The whole night long

Say it isn't true

And don't it make|my brown eyes blue?

Tell me no secrets

Tell me no lies

Give me no reasons

Give me alibis

Tell me you love me|and don't say good-bye

Say anything

But don't say good-bye

Carol.

Mind her arms.|- Gonna take her home?

Sit down.|It's all right. I've got her.

Come on.

Come on, Carol.|You've gotta walk.

What are you doing?|Waiting for someone?

What's that?

What?|- That.

I cut myself shaving.|- Did you?

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