© 2013 Diana

Fishtank – Andrea Arnold (2009)

Hi, it’s Keeley, leave a message.

Keeley, it’s me, what’s going on? I’ve left three messages. I said sorry didn’t I? You know what i’m like. I was pissed off. Ring me back you bitch.

(…)

Tyler, what are you doing?

Duh, what does it look like?

Fuck off Mia, Keeley ain’t here!

Can you give Keeley a message for me?

Tell her I think her old man’s a cunt!

I have you Mia one of these days!

You’ll be so fucking lucky!

You’ve been waiting so long.

I’m here to answer your call

I know that I shouldn’t have had you waiting at all. I’ve been so busy but I’ve been thinking about what I wanna do with you

I know them other guys they been talking ’bout the way I do what I do. They heard I was good, they wanna see if it’s true. They know you’re the one I wanna give it to.

I can see you want me too

Now, it’s me and you

What the fuck’s your problem?

Your terrible dancing’s my problem.

Look Mia, just don’t start.

You can talk Keeley, since when did you have such ugly friends?

Talk about ugly you skanky little pikey.

You fucking idiot!

What you going to do about it?

– Fuck off!

– Go away!

If you want some fucking more you know where I am!

Cunt, walk away!

 

What are you fucking doing?

What’s it look like?

Fuck off!

It’s only me.

Police have been looking for you. You broke that girl’s nose didn’t you?

– I didn’t start it!

– Yes you fucking did you liar!

– No I didn’t.

– Yes you fucking did. I’ll tell you…

Mum, let go of me! Let go of me mum!

I won’t fucking let go of you you little cunt!

I don’t know what’s wrong with you?

You’re what’s wrong with me!

 

Joanne’s gonna kill you.

This is my gorgeeous headboard. I had it specially designed in a heart shape. I love hearts. This is for my casual clothes. I’ve got…all my jeans which is alot of jeans.

You were supposed to stay in.

All my juicy tracksuits…

It’s alright.

Oi oi.

– This is private property.

– Bollocks is it.

– Looks like this one’s looking for a party. – Fancy that.

We’re having a party, we don’t mind a gatecrasher do we.

What do you need this for then?

Hammer rusty nails into your dick, what do you think?

Something tells me you’re up to no good.

What are you doing, oi, give me that back!

– Let’s have a bit of fun.

– Get off me!

Easy, steady, steady.

It doesn’t look like she wants to come to our party.

Don’t touch me!

Get off, what are you doing?

Get off me!

Get off me!

Get off you fucking idiots!

Get off me!

Easy, steady, steady!

Get the fuck off me!

Don’t mind me, carry on.

I was enjoying it.

As if.

 

Making eggs?

No.

What’s the water for then?

I’m making tea.

Ok.

I’m a friend of your mother.

You dance like a black.

It’s a compliment.

And what would you know?

I watch videos like everyone else.

And that makes you some

kind of expert does it?

You’ve got a mouth on you.

What should I call you anyway?

Whatever you like.

A charming personality you’ve got there.

See you later.

(…)

I met your girl.

She’s not with the police?

What a miracle.

Oh look, you made me tea

What are you doing?

Mind you own fuckface.

If i’m a fuckface you’re a cuntface.

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