CUT THE CRAP
RESTAURANT
HUSBAND AND WIFE.
HUSBAND I say, it's awfully decent of you to take me out for din dins.
WIFE My pleasure, hubs. After all, we don't want to think about your op this morning, do we, plumpy plops?
HUSBAND (Wines) Ah - yes, don't let's talk about that, eh, honey panties?
WIFE Of course not, my silly treackle poo pooh. I'll cut it out like that (snaps fingers)!
HUSBAND (winces again)
WIFE I'm cut out for this as I'm a cut above the rest, sharp as cut glass and not one to cut corners.
HUSBAND Please. Cut it out - I mean, stop.
WIFE Sorry, that was cutting it fine. Let's cut to the chase... (peruses menu) Ooooh, chopped pork! Imagine splaying your meat across the table, thrusting away with a knife and then lopping off the head:..
HUSBAND Darling...
WIFE Only sixty nine pounds.
HUSBAND That's better.
WIFE Yes, a snip!... Then, to cut it short - no short cuts - let's cut a deal: crunkie nude ball, dried nuts, a little chilli willie...
HUSBAND (coughs)
WIFE You'll have your banana split, cockburns and a dry sack again?
HUSBAND (coughs louder)
WIFE Or your spotted dick sliced?
HUSBAND (coughs even louder)
WIFE Oh - oh yes, apologies... Could cut the air with a knife, eh? I've cut some slack so I'll cut my losses and cut a sharper figure by...
HUSBAND Yes, so - let's chat about what to do later.
WIFE Yes. Beg your pardons. Well, there's The Cut bar - it's cutting edge - then we can short cut to the Cutty Sark or cut straight to Kingston College.
HUSBAND Where?
WIFE Kingston College.
HUSBAND Thank you.
WIFE Where Sean Cutter cut my grant for cutting classes on Edward Scissorhands. He was cut up and cut me off for not cutting the mustard and cutting him down to size about the cut of his gib as his haircut just didn't cut it, so I cut in with 'You're not cut out for this, so don't cut off your nose and all that' and I cut the line by cutting his cut during staff cuts cutting members to the bone...
HUSBAND Right, I'm cutting loose - I mean, f**k this. (leaves)
WIFE (shrugs) What a silly cut.