RAYMONDO: Th... That’s why you’re angry?
SCABBY: DUH!
RAYMONDO: I... lost your number?
SCABBY: Really?
RAYMONDO: YES.
* nod nod *
SCABBY: I LOVE YOU!
RAYMONDO: Uh... Uhhh...
SCABBY: DO ME NOW.
RAYMONDO: But...
[MR and MRS CUNT return from the kitchen, with a tray of lamingtons.]
MR CUNT: They sound hungry!
RAYMONDO and SCABBY: UH UH UH UH UH UH UH UH UH
MR and MRS CUNT: LAMINGTO...
RAYMONDO and/or SCABBY: UUAAAAAAAAAAUUHH
* PTTTHHH... *
[RAYMONDO's hosts are knocked off their feet by an explosive torrent of his shit.]
