LEAH: What are you thinking?
No, don’t tell me, sorry, that’s a stupid, that’s such a stupid –
You can tell me, you know. You can talk to me. I won’t judge you, whatever it is. Whatever you’re, you know, I won’t, I won’t...
Is it me?
Not that I’m –
I mean it wouldn’t matter if you weren’t or were, actually, so –
Are you thinking about me?
What good things? Phil? Or...
I mean is it a negative, are you thinking a negative thing about –
Not that I’m bothered. I’m not bothered, Phil, I’m not, it doesn’t, I don’t care. You know. I don’t...
What, like I talk too much? Is that it? That I talk too much, you, sitting there in absolute silence thinking ‘Leah talks too much, I wish she’d shut up once in a while’ is that it, is that what you’re, because don’t, you know, judge, you know, because alright, I do. There, I’m admitting, I am admitting, I talk too much, so shoot me. So kill me, Phil, call the police, lock me up, rip out