Runt:
[sitting on Cross Haven beach] I want to walk into the sea and never come back. I want the tide to take me out of me and give me someone else. Maybe for a half hour or so. That would be good, wouldn't it, Pig?
Pig:
Say again.
Runt:
Just for a try, you know.
Pig:
Jesus, Runt, that would be impossible. "A half hour or so" fuck.
Mags:
It's a Blue Bell. Deadly name, isn't it? Blue Bell.
[looks to sky]
Mags:
And that's the Big Blue up there, like that. That's what I call tasty.
Runt:
[after being beaten up in karaoke bar] Lets leave, Pal.
Pig:
No leave, Runt. You and me Babes, Pig and Runt Pals.
Runt:
*Leave*, leave. Look no fight, no more Pig.
Runt:
What's the color of love, Pig?
Pig:
What sort of love, love?
Runt:
Don't know. But you know the way things, they got a color. I wonder what the color of love is.
Pig:
Jesus, Runt. You could read a thousand think books and never know the answer to that quiz.
Runt:
It's be a good one to know, ah?
Pig:
It'd be brilliant, Runt. It's around here somewhere.复制复制成功复制失败，请手动复制
