cog:
What are you eating? Are you eating the
cog
(crunching): Maybe
and
then seeing her reaction
cog:
What? What's wrong with that?
cog:
Fucking hell Sue, Avril said those were to be left. Do you know what time that
guy was in at this morning?
cog
(emerging from bedroom with armsful of linen, dumping them in the pile): What's
she doing now?
cog:
She’s eating the fucking sweets, the fucking M&Ms.
cog:
They’re not going to notice. Fuck’s sake, it’s not like I took a whole pile of
them or anything. I just took a couple from each of the
cog:
You better... He better not have counted them.
cog:
Avril’ll make you buy more if she finds out.
cog:
You should do it anyway. Are there, does the vending machine have them in it?
You haven’t even had your fucking breakfast yet.
cog:
I’m going to tell her.
cog:
Tell who, Avril?
cog:
Helen don’t.
cog:
No, fucking, E.T. girl. I’m going up to her room and tell her that half the
trail’s missing because that greedy fucker ate it.
cog
(pulling the last sweets from her pocket): Alright, alright. I'll put back the
ones I’ve still got. Jesus Christ they’re just sweets.
cog:
You don’t... you know what that’s like, it’s like stealing someone’s
Valentine’s card or something, reading someone else’s mail or something.
cog:
Alright. Alright.
cog:
Is she even up yet anyway?
cog:
I think Kim’s just getting her breakfast just now.
cog:
She should tell her to get the fuck out of bed quick-like, before Sue finishes
off the rest of ‘em.
cog:
Yeah, stick a note on her tray.
cog:
I’m not having any more, fucking hell.
One
of the porters arrives trailing his green laundry net already filled with
bed-linen from the upper floors.
cog
(pointing): That’s fucking out of order. Do you know what time that guy came in
at this morning? Didn’t Avril tell you to leave those alone?
cog:
You don’t even like M&Ms.
cog:
Fucking hell, alright.
cog
(laughing): She’ll eat anything her.
cog
(Laughing): Yeah, that’s what Martin said.
cog:
Fuck off.
cog:
That’s exactly what Martin never said.
cog:
If you believe him.
