Jeff and Steve in “Flushed”

So, you're really going to do it?

Oh, yeah. This time.

Do you think she knows you're going to dump her?

She ought to know by now. I've dumped her the last four times I've seen her.

So what goes wrong?

We have sex.

You have sex?

She makes me.

How?

She suggests it.

She suggests it?

Exactly.

Evil.

The last time I dumped her, we had amazing, fantastic, borderline-illegal sex. Now she thinks we're back on.

Well, that's ridiculous.

I know, one swallow does not make her my girlfriend.

So, you dump her, then she does this suggesting thing?

Yeah, I'll just be about to leave, I'll be thinking that I am finally out, she just leans over and looks me in the eyes, and goes; I am wearing stockings.

No!

She's never worn them before! Not once in the entire relationship! I begged.

But Steve, you're entitled to her stockings!

Am I?!

Yes, you're still in the zone!

The what?

The boyfriend zone! This is the tailing off period! You've still got a load of stuff at her flat. You might still have a wedding to go to together. You're under joint headings in your friends address books.

And that means I'm entitled to see her underwear?

If it comes up. That's the rules of the zone. Good luck in there Steve.

You're a strange and disturbing man, Jeff.

Thank you.

Steve, do you know what I call this kind of woman? You know, the type you "can't get rid of."

Is this gonna be really tasteless? Am I gonna be ashamed to be your friend?

It's a technical term. It's just a harmless expression...

Hit me.

"Unflushable!"

Turn around, Jeff; walk away!

You know, because they keep bobbing around...

No, no, no, Jeff! Go! Go! ...Don't look back. Go!