Willy Russell
English dramatist, screenwriter, composer and lyricist.
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Rita: Have they sacked y'?
Frank: Not quite.
Rita: Well, why y' packing your books away.
Frank: Australia. [After a pause] Some weeks ago made rather a night of it.
Rita: Did y' bugger the bursar?
Frank: Metaphorically.
Well, I flung the window open an' I shouted, "Yes, that's right Millandra I'm goin' to Greece for the sex; sex for breakfast, sex for dinner, sex for tea, an sex for supper." Well, she just ignored me but this little cab driver leans out an' pipes up, "That sounds like a marvellous diet, love." "It is," I shouted back, "have y' never heard of it? It's called the 'F' Plan."
She divorced her husband, y' know. I never knew him, it was before I met Jane. Apparently she came back from work one mornin' an' found her husband in bed with the milkman. With the milkman, honest to God. Well, apparently, from that day forward Jane was a feminist. An' I've noticed, she never takes milk in her tea.
Frank: There, you see, an example of assonance.
Rita: Oh, it means getting' the rhyme wrong.
I'm not sayin' she's a bragger, but if you've been to Paradise, she's got a season ticket.
Rita: Will they sack you.
Frank: [lying flat on the floor] The sack? God no; that would involve making a decision. Pissed is all right. To get the sack, it'd have to be rape on a grand scale; and not just with students either. [Rita gets up and moves across to look at him] That would only amount to a slight misdemeanour. For dismissal it'd have to be nothing less than buggering the bursar.
Marriage is like the Middle East, isn't it? There's no solution.
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