RICK: Will you stop making that revolting noise, Vyvyan?! You know I'm ill, you're only doing it to make me feel worse!
NEIL: You're ill?! I'm the one who's ill. Listen! [coughs pathetically] Nobody feels worse than me. And your shouting's not helping at all, Rick!
RICK: Oh, stop whining, Neil! God, you're practically brain-dead as it is! I don't see how a pathetic little cold's going to make much difference! You're probably not even ill anyway. You're probably just lying to try and impress us!
NEIL: Oh, yeah?! Well, how come I'm all hot and sweaty then?
RICK: Well, I think most of us would rather not go into that!
VYVYAN: Will you two shut up? I'm trying to be ill! [looks through a pile of used tissues] Oh, God! There's nothing left to wipe my nose on. Even SPG's all covered in snot.
[Vyvyan's hamster is a revolting shade of green]
SPG: Ah, too true.
[Vyvyan rips off the sleeve of his pajamas, blows his nose]
NEIL: Vyvyan, will you shut up?! You're giving me tunnel vision!
RICK: Stop shouting, Neil!
NEIL: Stop shouting yourself!
RICK: I am not shouting!!
NEIL: Yes, you are!!
RICK: I bloody well am not!! If you want to hear shouting, matey, this is it!! [Starts screaming like a two-year old]
VYVYAN: [takes part of his sleeve, sticks it in the top of the vodka bottle] It's funny, but being ill makes me lose my usual tolerant and easy-going approach to communal living.
[lights the Molotov cocktail, throws it across the hall, where it explodes]
[The wall between Neil and Rick is mostly gone. Vyvyan walks in.]
What is "screensavers".....a television show??? I have a screensaver on my desktop, on my computer....but it's not a bunch of green pipes! "LOL"!! Nice pipes!! :D
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NEIL: You're ill?! I'm the one who's ill. Listen! [coughs pathetically] Nobody feels worse than me. And your shouting's not helping at all, Rick!
RICK: Oh, stop whining, Neil! God, you're practically brain-dead as it is! I don't see how a pathetic little cold's going to make much difference! You're probably not even ill anyway. You're probably just lying to try and impress us!
NEIL: Oh, yeah?! Well, how come I'm all hot and sweaty then?
RICK: Well, I think most of us would rather not go into that!
VYVYAN: Will you two shut up? I'm trying to be ill! [looks through a pile of used tissues] Oh, God! There's nothing left to wipe my nose on. Even SPG's all covered in snot.
[Vyvyan's hamster is a revolting shade of green]
SPG: Ah, too true.
[Vyvyan rips off the sleeve of his pajamas, blows his nose]
NEIL: Vyvyan, will you shut up?! You're giving me tunnel vision!
RICK: Stop shouting, Neil!
NEIL: Stop shouting yourself!
RICK: I am not shouting!!
NEIL: Yes, you are!!
RICK: I bloody well am not!! If you want to hear shouting, matey, this is it!! [Starts screaming like a two-year old]
VYVYAN: [takes part of his sleeve, sticks it in the top of the vodka bottle] It's funny, but being ill makes me lose my usual tolerant and easy-going approach to communal living.
[lights the Molotov cocktail, throws it across the hall, where it explodes]
[The wall between Neil and Rick is mostly gone. Vyvyan walks in.]