Random Monologue - British Female
You're an idiot. Now I know I say that a lot to many different sorts of people but with you? I mean it. I really do. You don't even classify as one of those people who has their stupid moments or can blame them on inebriation or poor schooling. You, my friend, are a plain and simple moron. You have no excuse. You went to good schools, your parents weren't particularly wealthy so it's not like you bought your way through your classes and yet somehow you passed so by all logic, it isn't as if you have trouble taking in information. You're just an idiot. You understand things, you have no birth defects and yet we find ourselves in this situation time and time and again. Don't touch the stove, it's hot. What do you do? You put your bloody fucking face on it!
No, no, this isn't about a stove. This is about... Would you let me finish? God, we're not even having sex and you still won't let me finish. No, this isn't about us--This is about you! This is about what you did. This is about getting it in with Holly or Charlotte or... God I can't even remember all of them. What did I tell you? Bad news. Nothing but bad news and a handful of STDs or God knows what and you didn't listen. And now what? Now they used you exactly as I said they'd use you and you're stuck with a kid. You're an idiot, Jules, a complete and total knobhead!
No, no, this isn't about a stove. This is about... Would you let me finish? God, we're not even having sex and you still won't let me finish. No, this isn't about us--This is about you! This is about what you did. This is about getting it in with Holly or Charlotte or... God I can't even remember all of them. What did I tell you? Bad news. Nothing but bad news and a handful of STDs or God knows what and you didn't listen. And now what? Now they used you exactly as I said they'd use you and you're stuck with a kid. You're an idiot, Jules, a complete and total knobhead!