"So?"
"It's my job to make you not look like an idiot weirdo."
"No, I think your job is to book me on a ton of things I don't want to go on and then keep your fingers crossed I'll play the game, Ashley. Anyway, what was wrong with what I said? I talked about my influences, again, and my travelling, again, and then I answered the question that they asked."
"By saying you haven't got the time to be the hottest new couple?"
"I haven't! And to be honest with you, I don't think Mava's got the time either, I wasn't speaking out of turn."
"I fucking hate you sometimes. Why couldn't I get put in charge of a kid who really wanted to be famous and listened to everything I said as a result?"
"You're so funny when you do this 'I didn't choose this life this life chose me' when we all know most people have publicists on the end of a phone line and not constantly sleeping in the bunk three along. Face it, Ashley, your ire is transparent."
"My ire is transparent? Have you swallowed a fucking thesaurus?"
"Nah, I'm publicly dating a writer now. We do crosswords and sudoku puzzles before bed."
"You want me to think you're joking but I know that's true, dickhead. Right. Look. Just... can you answer me one question straight? Please?"
"Sure."
"Do you want to be asked about Mava?"
"No. We're never allowed to mention her name in conversation again. From henceforth we're to refer to her as Madame MonkeyBeezus."
"Jesus Christ, Nico."
"I don't think that name suits her, Ash, bit New Testament."
"You mark my words, darling, one of these days you'll wake up murdered."