LOUISE: I hate it.
MARK: Well you haven’t –
LOUISE: I fucking hate it.
MARK: That’s a bit
LOUISE: I fucking
LOUISE: hate it.
MARK: Why don’t you just –
LOUISE: because I fucking –
MARK: You didn’t let me finish my sentence, Louise!
LOUISE: Finish your sentence, then.
MARK: Why don’t you just try it?
LOUISE: Because I fucking hate it.
MARK: We have to do something.
LOUISE: Not that.
MARK: We have to keep occupied, do things.
LOUISE: Not Dungeons and fucking Dragons. Do you play that?
MARK: No, when I was a kid –
LOUISE: Do you dress up like a pixie or something?
MARK: No, no, for God’s sake, Louise and I mean you don’t dress up you just, look, I’m just, it’s just a suggestion because we –
LOUISE: Why haven’t you got any other games?
MARK: It was built in the eighties. It’s an eighties game.
LOUISE: You brought it two years ago, why aren’t there games from other eras, why aren’t there some nineties games?
MARK: It seemed sort of – what nineties games?
MARK: fitting, it sort of fitted with, you know, the, the
MARK: nuclear, because, no not, because when I was a kid
LOUISE: You’re not a kid.
MARK: I know, but when –
LOUISE: So you shouldn’t be playing Dungeons and fucking Dragons.
When can we try the radio?
MARK: We tried it two hours ago.
LOUISE: What I said was when can we –
MARK: What’s three minus two?
MARK: You can try the radio in one hour then.
LOUISE: I don’t have a watch.
MARK: I do, I can tell you.
LOUISE: It’s like time’s turned off. Doesn’t it bother you that there’s nothing on the radio?
MARK: I’ve made you a character, she’s an elf called –
LOUISE: I don’t want to be a fucking elf!
MARK: You could be a dwarf.
I think you’re being negative.
Yes. Yes, actually, it bothers me. But what am I going to do about it?
MARK: It’s only been three days
LOUISE: Feels like three years.
MARK: We have to look after each other.
LOUISE: I know.
I know. I’m sorry, Mark.
MARK: When I was a kid I used to love it. Alright, yes, I’m admitting –
Escape or something, I don’t…
I associate it with caravans. I’ve never been in a caravan. I think it was because a mate of mine used to go on holiday in a caravan and we never went on holiday and I always thought what it’d be like to be in a caravan. He’d always tell me stories of getting a girlfriend in this caravan –
LOUISE: This isn’t a caravan.
And I’m not your girlfriend.
MARK: Would you do it if Francis asked you?
LOUISE: Oh, for God’s sake
MARK: No, I’m just wondering
LOUISE: No you’re not
MARK: I am
LOUISE: You’re not because you’re mental and that’s a loaded question designed to feed into your paranoia about Francis.
MARK: I don’t have paranoia about Francis and this is, actually this is just like Jess’ party.
LOUISE: Jess’ party?
LOUISE: Jess’ party?
LOUISE: Why are you bringing up Jess’ party?
MARK: Because –
LOUISE: What the fuck has Jess’ party got to do with anything?
MARK: Because at Jess’ party, at Jess’ party you were taking the piss
LOUISE: that was months ago, I mean do you ever let go of anything?
MARK: taking the piss and belittling, you were –
LOUISE: I was belittling?
MARK: Yes, you were belittling me.
LOUISE: At Jess’ party, I was belittling you?
LOUISE: What about you!
MARK: What about me?
LOUISE: You were acting like a freak.
LOUISE: Like we’re all having a drink and a laugh and suddenly everything I say you’re like jumping on, no you don’t really think that Louise, that’s not you Louise, why are you talking about Footballer’s Wives, Louise.
MARK: You were being fake.
MARK: You were pissed though, so I