Charlie has come out of his brown study, Benny shouting at him, the little twerp, has snapped him out of it. 'Come on Benny,' he snaps, 'It's that fat b***h as got it wrong,' pointing at Clarrie, 'She should've been out the box and over the hills and far away long before the lid even begun to close, you know how the trick works.'
'Don't you call me a fat b***h, you bastard,' she hisses at Charlie, her dander also well and truly up and turns to Benny. 'He hit me. The bastard hit me. Right there on stage in front of everybody, they saw it and now I'm going to sue him. And you and this poxy theatre, none of you will have a pot to piss in, time I'm done with you.'
'Calm down, Clarrie, eh?' wheedles Benny as more cat-calls, boos and jeers can be heard from the stage as Mandy sings, or at leas
