Philip: Oh, so all in a sudden I am the bad guy? He is the one that attacked me, thank you very much and along with his two giant gangster friends over there.
Ezzy: Look at him. He is on the ground. He is hurt.
Philip: He had a knife! A butcher knife, what am I suppose to do about it? The other one had a chain saw and the third one have the size of a fist that can kill a man with one punch. What am I suppose to do? It is either they or I?
Ezzy: He is just joking.
Philip: Oh, yeah. He is just joking, all right? Do you think somebody that was just joking would have smash an entire fence with a chain saw? By the way he was aiming at me. I just managed to move quickly enough not to get chop. Do you think I…
Ezzy: Look at him his hurt!
Philip: He is not hurt OK? I did a spin kick that knock off all three of them down in one go. It won’t kill them. He is not even been injure for Christ sack! He is just lying there acting like a crybaby. God! He doesn’t even have what it takes to run off screaming, like his two friend over there.
Butch: It…
Philip: SHUT UP!!!
Ezzy: Don’t shout at him that way!
Philip: Oh, what, now all in the sudden I am the bad guy? Hey, I am not the one that asked my self to come and pick you up from the hospital, thank you very much. No, I didn’t. In fact, I was having a very good time eating breakfast and watching cartoon at home, thank you very much. Then I received a phone call from you to ask me to pick you up from the hospital and the next thing I know, I ended up in this jack shit!!!
Ezzy: You didn’t have to come.
Philip: So you should be grateful that I did!
Ezzy: I could have asked somebody else!
Philip: You know what? You are right, it is none of my business and in fact I cannot be bothered to care any more. You know what? In fact the next time, you have your god dame gangster boy friend bashing you up, don’t come running to me and start crying. The next time, he bashed you up and you ended up in hospital don’t ask me to pick you up, from the hospital. The next time he is going around having sex with other woman in your bedroom, with you around, don’t come running to me crying your head off. To be hones, I am getting pretty sick and tire of it. It is like talking to brick wall and if that is the way you want it then so be it. Don’t talk to me, don’t!
Butch: Hey what I do with my woman is none of you’re…
Philip: SHUT UP!!! YOU WANT ME TO BASH YOU UP FOR REAL IS IT!!!? BECAUSE, I AM REALLY IN THE MOOD OF IT, RIGHT NOW. SO DON’T TRY TO PISS ME OFF EVEN MORE.
Butch: No, sir, no…
Ezzy: Stop terrifying him.
Philip: Oh, so all in a sudden I am the bad guy, ha? That is it, isn’t it? I am the bad guy and he is the good guy. Well, if he is such a lovely person, then why do you have to annoy me, with your pathetic personal life, Ha, Ha, Tell me, HA? Go back to him and live you little fairy tale life style would you? Please, I beg you, because I am really getting sick and tire of all your personal issues. I repeat “sick and tire of it” So stop bothering me with your personal issues, I have been listening to this shit for three years and this is what I get in return. You know what, I am the bad guy. Great, this is just great. Tell you what, don’t ever talk to me, don’t ever look at me, in fact you know what? I do not ever want to see your face again. You hear that? “Never again”
Ezzy: He is a…well…I mean…
Philip: What, get to the point would you? Yeah, I heard it all before, “You love him and you can not leave him” yeah I heard it about a million times already. You cannot leave him despise the fact he physically and emotionally abuse you on a daily basis. I heard it all before. God dame it! I don’t know what is the problem with you? What the hell happened to that Ezzy we once know? I mean hello? Are you still alive inside and what the fuck are you doing with the little punk any way?
Ezzy: He makes me feel special.
Philip: Yeah, I heard this entire deal before. He makes you fell special. He told you “You are beautiful”. He said he cares about you. Well, if that little punk really gives a dame about you, he is surly doing one a hell of a good job showing it. I mean how many times, have you asked me to pick you up from the hospital this month, three times? What about last month, four times or maybe five?
Ezzy: Can you at least not be so loud? I don’t want the entire world know about me personal life.
Philip: And maybe it is time they do, why won’t you tell any body else about this jack shit, apart from me anyway? Do you parents know about this?
Ezzy: Please, Philip, you cannot tell them about it. Please.
Philip: Why not?
Ezzy: They might want me to leave him.
Philip: As if it is such a bad thing. Have you told any other of your friends about it? What about your best mate, April?
Ezzy: Can we just forget about this, please? Today is my birthday.
Philip: No, we cannot forget about it Ezzy, not today, not tomorrow, Ok? We are going to sort this out once and for all, right here, right now, because I am having more then enough of this shit, to last for more then one life time. Maybe it is time for you to start telling some of your other friends, about what is going on apart from me.
Ezzy: I told you about it, because I trust you.
Philip: And maybe, it is the problem. It is time to start letting other people know about it. Have you see that shrink, I told you to go and see?
Butch: You are not going to go and see that…
Philip: SHUT UP, YOU LITTLE PUNK. OR, I’LL KNOCK THE SHIT, OUT OF YOU. YOU HEAR THAT?
Butch: Why you…ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch. I am sorry. I am sorry, please, let me go. Please, please, ouch, ouch.
Philip: You try to bash me up again and you will know, who is going to get bash up for real, do you understand?
Butch: yes, sir, I am sorry sir, I am sorry.
Philip: And give me that thing, what are you doing with that fruit knife anyway, ha? Trying to kill me with it, are you? I’ll hold on to that from now onwards, thank you very much.
Ezzy: Stop calling him a little punk.
Philip: Or what else do you want me to call him, the word little punk still over value him.
Ezzy: Stop calling him that.
Philip: Oh, you got a lot of guts do you? If you got so many guts, then why don’t you tell him what you are thinking? Why don’t you tell him, what you have told me? Why do you put up with every single shit he throws at you, ha?
Ezzy: I tried, but he gets angry.
Philip: So what, then dump him.
Ezzy: I can’t it is hard.
Philip: My god you are hopeless, so you are going to put up with any sort of shit that guy throws at you? Just in reminder, he is going to merry somebody else and keeps on seen you. Oh yes, I almost forgot. You have agreed to that, as well.
Ezzy: I don’t know how to leave him.
Philip: God, you are hopeless. You do know, once that happened, you are going to be lower grade from girl friend to mistress, right?
Ezzy: No, I won’t. I was there first
Philip: Look. I am going to give you this phone number. It is a psychological help line. They specialize in girls with problems like yours. Give them a call Ok? But up until then I am not going to be bother talking to you again, because personally I don’t see the point in talking to you any more. It is more like talking to a fucket brick wall. I can’t really be bothered to give a dame anymore. You hurt me deep Ezzy. I have been there for you for the past three years, despite the fact I didn't really want to have anything to do with it and today this is what I got in return. I am made into the bad guy. Despite the fact, that jerk you are going out with, tried to chop me into pieces and just in reminder, he just bump into us, because he have been spending the night screwing with some slut in the city.
Ezzy: I cannot help the way I feel.
Philip: Go and get some help. They will help you to work things out, but up until then, I am not going to be bothered talking to you again.
Ezzy: OK
Philip: You got any money?
Ezzy: No
Philip: Here is three dollars, catch a train home if you are afraid that little punk of yours is going to bash you up in the car. Good by. Anyway, my girlfriend is on the phone. I am getting the hell out of here
