[Lynda and Eric are having an argument]
Lynda Mansell:
Lynda up the duff - what odds do you put on that, eh, Mr Clever Dick, eh? That's shut his gob. That's put a crease in his brand-new suit.
Eric:
I don't believe you. You're joking. How? How d'you know?
Lynda Mansell:
You're the one that should know. You put it up me, Mr Bareback Rider! You knew when you were gonna spunk! How the hell was I supposed to know?
Eric:
No, you soft cow! I mean, how do you know? Are you sure?
Lynda Mansell:
You're the one with eyes. Look! Can't you see?
[Lynda points to her swollen belly]
Lynda Mansell:
All you see are tits and arses.
Eric:
Have you seen a doctor? And how d'you know it's *mine*?
Lynda Mansell:
If it walks with a limp and thinks with its prick, it's yours.
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