Powder Room Page #6

Oh, f***ing hell.

Thank you.

Hello, Mike? Hello?

What's up?

Stop shouting at me. Speak.

She's not my daughter,

she's our daughter.

You're calling me because she's crying?

What do you want me to do?

It's 2:
00 a.m.

Why is she even still up?

Have you read her the...

Have you read her the rabbit book?

I can't do everything

all the time, Mike.

No, no, no, don't put...

Please don't put her...

Hi, baby. Oh, baby.

Why are you crying?

Well, Daddy's not angry, he's just tired.

Has he read you the rabbit book?

Well, tell him to read

you the rabbit book.

No, no, okay, pass me on to Daddy,

baby. You have to go to bed.

Pass me on... Kyla, pass...

Thank you. Right.

I have asked you for

two days, Mike. Two days.

I haven't been out of

the house in years.

Well, read her the

f***ing rabbit book!

Oh, really? Fine, then.

I'll be back tomorrow and I will

help you f***ing pack, a**hole!

And we're back. Lie down. Chill out.

Be happy, cool and relax.

Relax. Stop talking to yourself.

She was here. I think she's gone.

Sh*t. Do you think

she'll be all right?

Come on.

Are you all right?

No.

Come here, baby.

He has a boyfriend.

Why didn't he tell

me he liked boys?

Because he's a

d*ckhead, that's why.

And he let me talk

to him all night.

I made such a fool out of myself.

No, you haven't. No, he's the one

that should feel like a fool.

Listen to your friend.

If you were his boyfriend and he was

in a club talking to a girl like that...

You don't want to be

with someone like that.

You deserve so much better.

Okay?

- I guess you're right.

- I am right, okay?

- Sorry.

- Excuse me, please.

Stop your crying.

I'm not crying.

Well, stop the water from

running out your eyes, then.

Sort your makeup out. It's a bit...

Let's just have a good

night together, yeah?

Yeah.

Yeah? No more kissing, or crying.

Just you, me, alcohol? Yeah?

And we can request Rihanna to the DJ,

and we could do the dance routine

we've been practising, 'cause

we were practising that?

Yeah.

Yeah. Thank you.

I'm sorry for being such a b*tch.

Well, come on, then, b*tch,

let's go dance, yeah?

Okay.

You're such a b*tch. Such a b*tch.

She enjoys being miserable.

D*ckhead!

Chanel, Sam's best mate.

Liar.

And the only people that have ever been

there for you, you've just sent away!

- Well, I'm done.

- D*ckhead!

And we could do the dance

routine we've been practising.

We don't have any fun

as a group any more.

Oh, f***.

Thank you. Have a good night.

Did you see that guy in the front?

I don't know, but baby, I been told

People like you make

people like me feel old

I don't mind,

but darling, that's okay

'Cause girls like you make

chicks like me feel great

Someone show me some love

Someone show me some love

Man, I'm sick of this stuff

Show me some love

Some love, some love

I don't know,

but darling, it's been said

That kids like you wish

cats like me were dead

I don't mind,

but darling, it's all right

'Cause people like you

make people like me

Sleep at night

Someone show me some love

Someone show me some love

Man, I'm sick of this stuff

Show me some love

- Someone show me some

- Some love

Someone show me some

Someone show me some love

Someone show me some love

Man, I'm sick of this stuff

Show me some

Someone show me some

Someone show me

- Someone show me some love

- Show me some love

Someone show me some love

Man, I'm sick of this stuff

Man, I'm sick of this

- Man, I'm sick of this

- Someone show me some

Someone show me some

Someone show me some love

All right, ladies, see you

again next week, yeah?

Not a f***ing chance, mate.

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