Kate:
If I turned up pissed let alone dressed like a monkey's arse you would have seen the funny side would you?
Petruchio:
[Lying in bed with Kate, the MORNING after the first night of their honeymoon] How brightly shines the moon!
Kate:
[a cockerel sounds in the background] That's the sun, you pillock.
Petruchio:
Oh.
[pause]
Petruchio:
Is it?
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[Blinks the sleep from his eyes] Well.
[pause]
Petruchio:
You shouldn't contradict me.
Kate:
You shouldn't talk bollocks.
[first lines]
Kate:
Fathead!
[she slaps him]
Tim Agnew:
You hit me!
Kate:
You gave me that information. You made me look like a political pygmy, on Newsnight. Your job, in case you weren't concentrating, is to make sure I know what I'm pigging well talking about!
Tim Agnew:
You're out of order, Katherine. I'm sorry, but good grief!
Kate:
And you're sacked! No wonder this party has been the opposition for the last ten million light years!
Tim Agnew:
You can't sack me and frankly I'd appreciate an apology. Otherwise...
Kate:
Otherwise?
Tim Agnew:
If we're to mantain a mature grown up working relationship then...
Kate:
Oh...
[she gives him an insulting gesture]
Kate:
Swivel!
Petruchio:
What's all this fuss about, just because I was fifteen minutes late?
Kate:
And dressed like a Christmas Tree!
Petruchio:
You do realise that I have all the documents for the car hire and the villa?
Kate:
Which I paid for. So I suggest you hand it over and disappear in a poof of smoke, up your own backside!
Vicar:
Will you love her, comfort her, honour her and protect her and forsaking all others be faithful to her as long as you both shall live?
Petruchio:
What? Yep.
Vicar:
No, it's "I will".
Petruchio:
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