INT - NIGHT. Two people are having a heated argument.
(with hands on hips and jut of the jaw)
Mama always says, Cunty is as Cunty does.
(SMILES in that way that barely shows teeth)A census taker once tried to test me, I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice Ci-unty.
HEROINE strides over to EVIL VILLAIN and thwacks him in the face with what appears to be a dishtowel emblazoned with - what else - the word “Cunty”.
HEROINEHasta la vista, Cunty. There’s no Cunty in baseball.
EVIL VILLAINYou’ve got to ask yourself one question. Do I feel cunty? Well do ya punk?
HEROINE, non-plussed by EVIL VILLAIN’S challenge, continues her dishtowel-based beat down. EVIL VILLAIN COWERS.
HEROINECunty-ki-yay, motherfucker! Nobody puts cunty in a corner.
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