GIRL : Mum
MUM : Yes dear?
GIRL : I'm not quite sure how to tell you this.
MUM : Come on - spit it out. I won't bite your head off.
GIRL : It's just that ....
MUM : It's just what?
GIRL : I don't want a tattoo.
MUM (EXPLODES WITH RAGE) ; You what?????????
GIRL : I said I don't want a tattoo.
MUM : What the hell's the matter with you?
GIRL : I knew you'd react like that.
MUM : Well what do you expect?
GIRL STARTS TO CRY
MUM : Don't start that.
GIRL : But why must I have one?
MUM : It shows you're individuality.
GIRL : But surely mum - I'm being more of an individual by NOT having one.
MUM CLIPS HER ROUND THE HEAD
MUM : Don't you get cheeky with me young lady. You'll do what you're told. No 16 year old daughter of mine will defy me. You're having a tattoo whether you like it or not.
GIRL : But mum...
MUM : Don't "but mum" me. I'll drag you down to the tattoo parlour myself if I have to. Now look ...
SHE THROWS A CATALOGUE AT HER.
MUM : What sort of a mum would I be if I allowed you not to have one. Now look through there and tell me which one you want.
GIRL : But I don't want any.
MUM : Right - I'll pick one out for you myself.
SHE TAKES IT BACK AND FLICKS THROUGH THE CATALOGUE.
MUM : Right - you either have "Mum", a rose or a dragon. And don't you dare show me up again!