Fiona
If that wasn't bullshit, what was I wearing?
Fiona
First time you saw me, if that wasn't a lie.
Black top with gold trim, black shiny jeans, thin shoes... straps... sandals. With your hair pinned high. Dangly gold earrings that made me smile. A big watch... too big, so it slid up your arm. But it looked great. And you were dancing next to red-haired girl in a green dress.
Fiona
Yeah, yeah. Jenna. It was Jenna's birthday. So you were - you were watching her. She's a lot better looking than me.
Fiona
Yeah, so how come you're not stalking Jenna?
Because you... you think like that and Jenna doesn't. Jenna dances for an audience. You dance like there's no one else in the room. Your life's not simple, Fiona, and you can't stop it from showing because you're no fake. You're not lost, you don't need finding. This whole city belongs to the Jennas, but I'm sick of them. I swear, Fiona, you're nothing like anyone I've ever met. You make me want to enjoy my life again. Are you there? Fiona?
[Fiona and Steve are an upscale restaurant]
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, wait. What have I ever done to anybody, never mind you, that made me look unreliable? Un... unreliable.
Fiona
People like you are just way too used to getting your own way.
And by people like me you mean people like what? Okay, wait, all right. Yes-no. All you got to do is agree or disagree. He thinks the sun shines out of his own ass. Agree or disagree.
Fiona
Agree.
He's overly generous and that bugs me.
Fiona
Agree.
Because I'm not used to get...
Fiona
Actually very agree.
Because I'm not used to getting spoiled. Okay. So I lose respect for guys like Steve because people unlike Steve or people diametrically opposite to Steve have always let me down. So deciding that he's overeducated and has more money than sense is somehow more socially acceptable than asking myself, for instance, why do the men I always date treat me like shit?
Fiona
Fuck you. [She gets up and starts to leave]
Fiona
Fuck you.
Either-or. [She stops and sits back down]
Fiona
Agree.
Fiona
Definitely.
And you prefer a guy who's been around the block a few times.
Fiona
What if I do?
Say, D block of a maximum security prison?
Fiona
If he knew how to have fun, yeah, sure.
Fiona, I can't help my upbringing. So how come it's me again having to apologize for mine?
Fiona
Who's asking you to?
WWaiter
We finished here, guys?
We're working on it. You want to wait outside while I pay the bill?
Fiona
Sure.
All right. [He puts on valet jacket and he and Fiona leave the restaurant] Good evening, sir. [Sports car owner gives him key]
SCSports car owner
Thanks. [Steve drives ahead]
[Fiona calls Steve's phone and gets answering machine]
I don't buy and sell cars. I just sell them. But the cars I sell are mainly, uh, not mine. [Steve reverses back] Still looking for fun, Fiona?
Fiona
[She gets in] Go.
[To Frank] Hey. Is that my shirt?
I-I'm just asking. [Frank headbutts Ian in the nose in front of whole family]
Guy in the bar said to pass it on.
What the fuck is wrong with you, Frank?!
Fiona
Jesus Christ, Dad!
You're drunk, Frank, you're drunk!
This-this is drunk? Stop it, okay, Steve? You want to see drunk?
Don't do this to your kids, Frank.
Aw, what are you, a tough guy, Steve? You think you're a fuckin' tough guy? Because you look like a premenstrual Filipino!
Fiona
Steve, go! Get out!
He's shitting his pants. Pussy.
Fiona
Get out now! I mean it!
Come on. Don't go. Come on. Puss, puss, puss, puss. What? You want to say something, pussy? Mr. Joe fucking...Ah, get the... Pussy.
It's a bloody nose. He's not dying.
Anybody notice that I'm bleeding?
You can't file a missing persons report on Frank.
Fiona
Why not? Frank's always missing.
That's what I said. I mean, he's probably just sleeping it off at a friend's place.
Fiona
He hasn't got any friends. Who'd give him a bed? Come on, we've found him in dumpsters, garbage trucks, Mrs. Lutski's bathtub. Never on the last Friday of the month.
What's Friday have to do with anything?
Fiona
It's the last Friday?
I'll call my watch commander.