MY SCRIPT
Sarah: Why you
treating me like this? Am I doing something wrong? I don’t understand why you treat me this way.
Sam: Listen, I don’t want to hear it. I haven’t
got time for your bullshit.
Sam: Play your fucking role right before things
get ugly between us and I don’t want that to happen. So stop acting up.
Sarah: What do you mean play my role right? Are you trying
to say that I’m not being a good girlfriend? After everything I’ve done for
you, the shit I’ve put up with. I was the one who was there for you when you
needed a shoulder to cry on, not you’re so called friends, not your
family. ME!
Sam: Why you making a
big deal out of nothing? All I said is play your fucking role right. Enough said.
I don’t want to listen to what you have to say. So shut up and stop being an
emotional bitch before I’ll give you something to cry about
Sarah: You know what
you remind of my dad. He didn’t give a shit about anyone but himself. Always thinks he’s right, and he uses to hit
me. Spare the rod, spoil the child. Is what he believed in and that was a load
of bullshit.
Sam: Don’t try and turn this around on me. I’m not your fucking dad am I? I don’t care what he did to you. If he use to
abuse you that’s not my business don’t cry to me about it. Because I won’t pity you. If you did your job in the first
place we wouldn’t be having this argument right now
