he´s on my frequency sounding like the source of...
I'm the type of person that wants to get good...
johntot: More LOLs here.
Cassie: What do you want, Sid?
Sid: I want you to stop what you're doing, okay? You know: fucking around, fucking anything that moves. Just stop it!
Cassie: You started it!
Sid: I don't care, I don't care! You're cruel! I hate you!
Cassie: I hate you right back. Why don't you pop over to Michelle's and give her one? Oh, another one!
Sid: Just give it a fucking rest, okay? You know, it's you and me. You know that, and you're being stupid!
Cassie: My turn!
Sid: You went away! Why did you go away? You know, I needed you, and you pissed off! My dad said... he said you're special, but you're not! You're just slutting around like a spoilt kid!
Cassie: Michelle, Sid, Michelle!
Sid: I don't love Michelle! I never loved Michelle, I love you, but you—[sits down and cries] God, where were you? My dad fucking died. I needed you. I mean, Michelle?... We had great sex for three days and guilty sex for the rest. So what? I don't care! I did it. I hate you. Fine, fuck fifteen year olds. Whatever. I'm sick of saying sorry. I love you. You say sorry.
Cassie: I didn't fuck him, Sid. His mum had sewn his name into his trousers, and, well, he got a bit excited. And he squashed my slug. My slug called Sidley. So I threw him out.
(Sid and Cassie start kissing, Chris walks in)
Chris : Look, if he's still bothering you, Cass,- Oh... okay. Smokin'!
The fire is burning down my happiness
I promise so easy to say, and easy you failed, and...