- Never you mind.
Ahh..what a complicated lovely coon you are.
- I try to be.
- All that work, down the drain.
My own brother... I couldn’t say.. I couldn’t say a word in reply!
- Why do you stammer more with David than you do with me?
- Because you’re bloody well paid to listen!
- Bertie, I’m not a geisha girl.
- Stop trying to be so bloody clever!
- What is it about David that stops you speaking?
- What is it about you, that bloody makes want you to go on about it, all the
time.
- Vulgar but fluent. You don’t stammer when you swear.
- Bugger off!
- Is that the best you can do?
- Well, bloody bugger to you, you beastly bastard.
- A public school prig can do better than that.
- Shit. Shit, shit, shit! Shit!
- See how defecation flows trippingly from the tongue?
- Because I’m angry!
- You Know the f-word?
- Fornication?
- Oh Bertie...
- Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck!
Bugger, bugger, buggerdy bug.. fuck ass!
- Yes! You see! Not a hesitation!
- Bloody, bloody, bloody! Shit, shit, shit! Bugger, bugger, bugger! Fuck.. and
...tits..
- Dad? What’s going on?
- Sorry. Finish your homework
- Well ..that’s a side of you we don’t get to see that often.
- No. No we’re not supposed to really, not publicly.
- Let’s get some air.
- No Logue, I don’t think that’s a...
- That’s a good idea.
- What’s the matter? What’s got you so upset?
- Logue, you have no idea. My brother is infatuated with a woman who’s been
married twice. She’s asking for a divorce and David is determined to marry her.
- Jesus..
- Mrs Wallis Simpson of Baltimore.
- That’s not right. Queen Wallis of Baltimore?
- Unthinkable.
- Can he do that?
- Absolutely not. But he’s going to anyway. All hell’s broken loose.
- Can’t they carry on privately?
- If only they would.
- Where does that leave you?
- I know my place! I’ll do anything... in my power to keep my brother on the
throne.
- Is it that serious?.. Your place may be on the throne.
- I am not an alternative to my brother.
- If you had to you could outshine David...
- Don’t take liberties!
- That’s bordering on treason. I’m just saying you could be King. You could do
it!
- That is treason!
- I’m trying to get you to realise you need not be governed by fear.
- I’ve had enough of this!
- What’re you afraid of?
- Your poisonous words!
- Why’d you come to me? You are not some middle class bugger, who needs
elocution lessons so you can chit-chat...
- Don’t instruct me on my duties!
I’m the son of a .... King... The brother of a king.
You’re the disappointing son of a brewer! A jumped-up jackeroo from the outback!
You’re nobody. These sessions are over!