Beckett:Not particularly.
Harrison:This isn’t your fucking press office I’m speaking to. Why haven’t you picked up your phone?
Beckett:Because I’ve been busy. Very busy.But not busy with fucking my wife sadly, who appears to want to be anywhere that I am not. I suppose I can’t blame her, not after the way I’ve treated her due to my own fucked-up head. If only it were a case of making a note in my diary to remind me to behave more appropriately. I’m going to try anyway while trying not to twist myself into knots over her. It’s a fine line, a delicate tightrope I find myself balancing. I want her badly, crave her company and her touch, yet she offers me friendship when she should be running from me.
Harrison:Answer the fucking question.
Speaking of friends. Mine are more reprobates.
Beckett:Unbunch your knickers. I’ve simply been too busy to speak.
Harrison:Did you get married in NY this week?
Beckett:In a word, yes.
Harrison:I’m calling you now. You’d better pick up the fucking phone this time.
Beckett:Not convenient. In a meeting.
Harrison:You’ve got me worried now. Very worried.
Becket:What’s to stress over? I’m a big boy. I can take care of myself.
Griffin:What my learned friend is trying to assess is if you were in possession of your full faculties when you decided to tie yourself to a woman. You know, for life.
Beckett:Affirmative.
Griffin:Impossible. Any man who marries has already handed over his balls at the very least. The question remains, did you marry a nice young lady you met in a crack den?
Beckett:Crack was never my poison. Fuckers.
Griffin:So you didn’t propose to a nice young lady you’ve been doing speedballs with in New York?
Beckett:Relax. I haven’t relapsed. When you meet her, you’ll understand.
Griffin:Mail order bride from the Eastern Bloc?
Griffin:Some Russian oligarch’s ugly (but richer than sin) daughter?
Griffin:An AI sexbot?
Beckett:None of the above.
Griffin:Then please explain.
Griffin:C’est à dire.
Griffin:What do you mean?
Griffin:Please.
Griffin:Explain.
Beckett:Are you taking Adderall? Had a big night and an even bigger morning?
Griffin:Negatory. But come on, she must be at least a little bit defective if she married you.
Harrison:Congratulations, Beckett. @Griffin, grow the fuck up.
