Grace: Shove up. Rich: Sorry, someone's sitting here. Grace: Oh yeah, who? Rich: [looks up, notices Grace, and grins] You? Wha— Grace: I'm Sub; short for Sub Rosa. Nice to meet you. Rich: Hey, "Sub". I'm Rich. [Grace and Rich drink their pints in one go] Grace: So… what do you do for fun, Rich? Rich: Uh… listen to music, go to gigs, hang out with my mate Alo. That's about it, really. Grace: You don't have any other friends? Just this "Alo" guy? Rich: Yeah, just him, really. Grace: No-one else? Rich: Well, recently, there's been a couple of other people… this girl, Franky, and… others. Grace: Others? Rich: Well, there's this girl who's been helping me, I suppose. Okay, what sort of music are you into, "Sub"? Grace: Well, you know, industrial, mostly. Godflesh, early Spawn, TKK. Rich: Nine Inch Nails? Grace: Fuck off! Trent Reznor can suck my cock! [beat] This girl, then, who's helping you. What do you think of her? Rich: Honestly? Grace: Honestly. Rich: She's alright, but she lets people walk all over her, and her friends treat her like shit and she doesn't say a word. Grace: Maybe she knows her friends love her? Rich: Maybe she's got no fucking self-respect. Grace: You think you know me, Rich. No-one fucking knows me. Not you, not Mini, not Liv. No-one's got a fucking clue what I am or what I can do.- So…so, you're Grace now?
- Yes, I am Grace, and I'm not going to let you
talk to me like that.- This is more like it, Grace. You shouldn't let me trash-talk you.You shouldn't let anyone trash-talk you, especially your mates.- It makes me so…fucking angry.- Be angry.
- I am angry!- Never compromise.
- Never compromise.- Yeah, like this track. "Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me."- Yeah, fuck you, I won't do what you tell me.- Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me.- Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me!Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me!- So…- Um…I guess I'm going to ask out the Angel of Death.First thing tomorrow.- Oh, right.- Yeah, well, um… I've, um…got to go. - So, um…I'll see you later.- Yeah.