Assignment 2, Dialogue 3

- I talked to the guy at the video store last night…

- The clumsy one with the beard?  

- Well, if that’s how you’d describe him; yes.

- So, what about him?

- He told me he’s fucking some chick.

- Good for him.

- Your chick.

- Jenny?

- Yes, your wife.

- Bullshit! She wouldn’t even touch that pimply freak with a napkin.

- I don’t mean to contradict you, but he looks like Russell Crowe in the Gladiator and the girls love him.

- Jenny isn’t a girl; she’s a woman in her fucking thirties!

- Calm down, I’m just saying what he told me and don’t point at me with that fork.

- Sorry, what else did he say?

- About what?

- About Jenny. What else did he say about her… fucking him? 

- Well, if you really want to know…

- Skip the foreplay, I want the details. This is fucking unbelievable.

- He said she’s really nasty in bed, she likes it hard and fast and…

- What the hell!? Wait a minute, if this is a joke I’m going to kick your ass really bad.

- I’m not pulling your leg, man. I swear, he said something like ‘Lately I’ve been having some pussy down at

Renegade Street

, she’s a hot fox with red curly hair and her husband works as a carpenter. The poor bastard has no idea I’m fucking his wife in his own bed, but damn if she’s a kinky one! She likes it when…

- Stop! I get it! That fucking bastard… I’ll go over there right now and I’ll fucking kill him.  

- Finnish your bear first, and calm down for Christ sake.

- Would you be calm if he fucked your wife?

- Probably not, but listen here… maybe he’s just a sick son of a bitch who invents stories, after all he’s watching porn’s all day long.

- How do you know that, he told you that too?

- Fuck no! I’ve caught him in the act a couple of times, in the room behind the cash desk, you know.

- No I don’t.

- Well, never mind. However, he said she was wearing purple lace underwear yesterday. Did she?

- (without hesitation) No she didn’t.

- Oh man, you don’t have a fucking clue, have you? I bet you’re not fucking her at all. 

- Go to hell.

(Telephone signal)

- It’s her, it’s Jenny. Yes, hello?

- Hi baby, just wanted to hear your voice… you’re not coming home at lunch, right?

- No, I’m not. Why?

- Oh, nothing, just having some friends over to eat. Don’t mind calling me, you know I can’t hear the phone when we’re talking and playing music.

- Ok, see you later.

- Love you, baby.

(Putting down the cell phone)

- So, she’s fucking him?

- She’s fucking him.

- I told you.

- Russell Crowe, uh?

- Uhuh...

- Damn, Jenny really loved him in the Gladiator.

- Bad luck man, it’s just bad luck.