[Noticing mother is fixated at window]
What are you watching?! Snoggies?!
Hikers! Stay there! They must be doing the Catamount Trail!
M Martha
Hey, what are hikers?
Are you kidding me?! To Quebec! They don't have food!
Joe, it's not 1985! What's wrong with you?!
Joe, don't bring them in here!
Hi. [Joe kisses her on cheek] Hmm.
What are you doing? Say hello to Mummy. [Guides her head] Martha. Go on. Say hello. It's okay.
[Martha runs into Leda's chest]
Oh! Mmm.
M Martha
Are you home now, Mummy?
M Martha
Can you wash my hair after dinner?
Mm-mmm. I can't stay for dinner, baby. I've got to get on a plane.
But I brought you presents, okay? And fancy dresses. These. Hi. Yours!
...
You awoke the tickle monster. There's a tickle monster in town. Bianca? Do you want me to help you do up your buttons in the back?
Okay. Show me your dress. Oh! So pretty. [Kisses Bianca on lips] Mwah!
[Appears in door]
Leda. Can I talk to you?
[Gets down on knees]
Please. Please. Don't do this. What do you need? Do you need me on my **** knees? Do you need me to cut my balls off? What do you need? Tell me. Have you got his **** in your mouth? You can't answer me?
Joe, this has nothing to do with that.
You left him? Congratulations, baby. You're an expert now, huh?
Do you think I'm a **** idiot? Huh? Am I an arsehole? [Repeatedly] Please. Come on. They're little **** girls. How am I supposed to do this?
Joe, I'm feeling dizzy. [Walks off]
I'm taking them to your mum's. I can't handle this.
You're threatening me?! That is revenge! That's ****... lazy. You bring them back there, and they're going to sink back into that black shithole. All that ****... SHIT...! that I came from. I do think you're an arsehole. [Walks away]
My mother didn't finish school.
Oh, **** so what? [Disappears under door drape]
M Martha
[Referring to peeling an orange]
Please. Please, can you peel it like a snake?
M Martha
Please, can you peel it like a snake? Please?
Don't let anything break.
No, I won't let anything break.
M Martha
Do you think that's a land or a sea monster? A sea snake. Yeah.
Don't let it break. Peel it like a snake. Don't let it break.
M Martha
That's quite a long one.
It's longer than ever. [Leda hands peel to Martha] Hiss. Can it curl itself up? [Martha dangles and jiggles orange peel] Little curly.
...
[Leda is putting on her jacket]
Mama, where are you going? Where are you going, Mummy? Mama? Are you coming back? When are you coming back? [Repeatedly] Mama? Where are you going? Mama! [Leda goes out door and shuts it]