Joseph "Joe" Green and Susan "Susie" Glass in “There's a Rat in the Kitchen”

[playing billiards with Susie] Remember that time me and Jack nicked those mountain bikes? Those Islington boys came looking for 'em all Ralphed up, roided to the nipples, threatening all sorts, and then you, Susie Glass, you tore straight into 'em, didn't ya?

Might have looked the bollocks. They didn't have a bollock between them. It's the tragic price of steroids.

I fancied you after that.

Because I stood up to a couple of council-flat acne backs? Fսck off, Joe.

No. No, obviously I fancied you before that. You were gorgeous. Still are. No, it was the way you wouldn't countenance any shenanigans.

Still don't.

So what exactly is this relationship between you and the Duke?

Professional.

Joe: Incongruous juxtaposition, wouldn't you say? You and His Highness?

That's a paradox, Joe. Paradoxes relate to irony. Ironies correlate to juxtaposition. Really wanna play this game?

I'll play any fսcking game you like, Susie Glass.

Thank you, Joe. Balls in pockets, fingers in pies, noses in other people's business. What are you up to, Big J? You wanna back off pronto before you find yourself in a Chinese finger trap.

I'll tell you why I ask. I wonder if your time would be better suited in a different game.

Different game? What the fսck are you talking about?

More dough. Less bulk. Fatter margins. And your dad wouldn't be barking orders at ya. Bollocks like yours, Susie, are rare. You've got skills, experience. Vision.

Whilst I've no doubt there are vast gains to be had from dealing in the powder, the risk remains that bit too elevated for my liking.

Since when was Susie Glass afraid of heights?

It's not the heights. It's the volatility. It's the South American coke dealers. They love a morbid body puzzle. They chop each other's cousins up into little pieces, put them in plastic bags, and hide them all over the tundra. And they put those pieces back together again like some third-world version of Humpty Dumpty. Nah, you can fսck off, Joe. I like the green fields of England. What I wanna know is if you asked me out 'cause you fancied a bunk up, or 'cause you wanted to sound me out about a change of career?

Can't it be both?