Just what time of night do you call this? No, Im not all right. Ive said this before but you havent heard. Let me finish, I said let me finish. (How long did it take before you rung the doorbell?) Hairs combed, and your ties a little too perfect. No more alibis, no more stupid lies, what a fool Ive been! Let me finish, I said let me finish. Wait a minute youll get your turn, its not often I get the chance to talk. Its getting harder to hide that Im no spring chicken. Forevers not as long as it used to be. Never thought I would ever say, keep Manhattan, give me Muswell Hill. Sick of looking at your fair-off sweaters and your constant sneezing when the pollens high. (No I dont want a drink.) Not yet. Ive rehearsed these next lines for ages. Why do I feel cold? I suppose its nerves. I dont need a drink. Its not the end of the world if you lose me! Ive made up my mind, I think that I have. I dont care if the neighbors hear! You always say us British are too reserve. I somehow hope that you would tell me youve found somebody else, not now. Let me finish. Youll get your chance to call me a child. I dont want to hurt you. Stop screaming. It hurts when I hurt you. Face facts, you and I are simply not suited. I want kids. You wont even talk about them. Please dont. I must not be talked into staying.