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Bertie stands shattered, lost in painful memory.
BERTIE
All that work, down the drain. My
own brother... I couldn’t say...I
could say...I couldn’t say a word
in reply!
LIONEL
Why do you stammer more with David
than you do with me?
BERTIE
Because you’re bloody well paid to
listen!
The latter, angry, sentence is flawless.
LIONEL
I’m not a geisha girl.
BERTIE
Stop trying to be so bloody clever!
LIONEL
What is it about David that stops
you speaking?
BERTIE
What the bloody hell is it that
makes you bloody well want to go on
about David?
LIONEL
Vulgar but fluent. You don’t
stammer when you swear.
BERTIE
Bugger off!
LIONEL
Is that the best you can do?
BERTIE
Well bloody bugger to you, you
beastly bastard.
LIONEL
A public school prig can do better
than that.
BERTIE
Shit then. Shit, shit, shit!
LIONEL
See how defecation flows trippingly
from the tongue?
BERTIE
Because I’m angry!
LIONEL
Ah. Know the f-word?
BERTIE
Fornication?
LIONEL
Bertie.
Lionel gives him a look.
BERTIE
Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck!
LIONEL
Yes! You see! Not a hesitation!
BERTIE
Bloody, bloody, bloody! Shit, shit,
shit! Bugger, bugger, bugger! Fuck,
fuck, fuck!
A knocking on the wall.
ANTONY (O.S.)
Dad? What’s going on?
LIONEL
(calls)
Sorry. Finish your homework.
Bertie laughs.
LIONEL (CONT’D)
Well that’s a side of you we don’t
get to see that often.
BERTIE
No. No we’re not supposed to
really, not publicly.
LIONEL
Can’t joke, can’t laugh?
(then referring to Antony on the other side of the wall)
Let’s get some air.
BERTIE
No Logue, I don’t think that’s a
good idea.
Lionel throws him his hat and scarf.
LIONEL
Put on your spy clobber.