Charles:
[On his behaviour]
I'm searching for a child. He wasn't taken. He was forbidden. He was denied and... I need to find him. You understand that, don't you?
Stephen Lewis:
[calm anger]
I don't have a fucking clue what you're on about.
Charles:
You're angry with me.
Stephen Lewis:
Can you even hear yourself, sitting there like that with your bottle of piss, talking about searching for "a child"?
Charles:
Are you disgusted by me?
Stephen Lewis:
Yeah. I'm disgusted, I'm disappointed, I'm disillusioned. Every dis under the sun.
Charles:
Why?
Stephen Lewis:
Why do you think? You need a shave, Charles. You have a man's stubble. Look down the front of your pants and find you have a hairy pair of bollocks.
Charles:
Yeah well, that is where you're wrong so...
[blows a raspberry and runs off]
Stephen Lewis:
Where are you going, now?
Charles:
Climb a tree!
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