1. Anthony (第1季)【完整台词】

Where are you going? We're lunching.

ROBYN: Going to the chemist.

You'll call your guy, yeah? Wait, I'll need to tell you that thing.

ROBYN: Email me.

Is that a gym selfie? You're on your third strike, Bridget.

How's it going? I'm all right.

Just another day.

- How about you? - Just another day.

What did you do? Nothing.

Robyn, you're less convincing than my 4-year-old telling me that she wasn't the one who put Lego up the cat's ass.

- I fucked a client.

- Ow! Careful.

You did what? - Robyn! - I know.

I know.

- What the F? - I shouldn't have told you.

Well, you did.

Take that out of your mouth, please.

What? Not you.

Well, actually, yes, you.

Jeez, Louise.

I don't know what goes through your head sometimes.

Yeah.

Just don't think you get a free pass just because today's today, you know.

It doesn't give you an excuse to be S-H-1-T-T-Y.

"Shonetty"? Yes, "Shonetty.

" So, is whatever it was out of your system now? It was never in my system.

It was Just a stupid I did it because it was there.

And I knew I'd get away with it.

(WHISPERING) It's my job to help him get away with it.

Is it your job to fudge him? - What is fudging someone mean, Mummy? - Nothing, sweetie.

Do your coloring and you can have some apricots, okay? Do you see? Do you see what you are bringing into my house? So, who was it? Does it matter? Well, that's a slutty thing to say.

(WHISPERING) Anthony Henderson.

(SCREAMS) What? Oh, he is fine! - You're supposed to be telling me off.

- I am! But just because I vehemently disapprove doesn't mean I need to be spared the sordid details.

My life is hardly inundated with smut these days.

The only thing keeping me awake at night is screaming children or Mark's IBS.

I can't remember the last time Mummy had some D.

Anthony Henderson? Oh, I thought he was one of the good ones.

There are no good ones.

Well, you reap what you sow, my dear.

So.

How was it? It was fine.

Blunt.

"Blunt"? Brilliant.

Thank you, E.

L.

James, for your fine erotic illustration.

That'll make a great addition to the diddle box.

(INHALES) (SIGHS) I'll never be able to enjoy his aubergine gratin in the same way again.

Were you wearing my underwear? - I'll wash them.

- Ugh! (CELL PHONE VIBRATING) Oh! Oh, God damn it! I gotta go.

Taxi! She won't let you in.

She wants a divorce.

Hold these.

Hi.

Who are you? I'm Robyn.

I work for the PR firm that represents your husband.

(EXHALES) Of course you bloody do.

How did you get in? - Bathroom window.

- You broke into my house.

Jesus.

You people are incredible.

What do you want? I just want to fix things.

(LAUGHS SARCASTICALLY) I'm leaving him.

Why? Okay.

Why now? Because I'm sick of being treated like an idiot.

Him cheating on me is one thing, him thinking I'm stupid enough not to realize is another.

I know what he does.

But he could at least have the bloody decency to stop getting caught.

- Mmm.

- There's nothing more pathetic than the wronged wife.

I cannot abide people feeling sorry for me.

Okay.

What do you want? You want him punished? One phone call and I can have him on the front page of every newspaper tomorrow.

Named and shamed, broadcast to everyone you know and everyone you don't know.

Or you ride it out.

You get over this hump, and then, when the fuss has died down, quiet and dignified, get a divorce.

And you take that son of a bitch for every single penny you can get.

Did he fuck you, too? No.

(CHUCKLING) (GULPING) Six months, I want a cookbook.

And I wanna do Strictly.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER) - You want a grape, love? - Uh, no.

(DOOR OPENS) Mrs.

Henderson.

- I'll come with you.

- Absolutely not.

What did you say to her? Doesn't matter.

She's here, isn't she? Photographers are outside.

You should probably go say something.

"Worried.

What a strain.

Respect your privacy" - Can I ask you something? - Shoot.

Why did you have sex with me? To see how I felt.

And how did you feel? I didn't.

I don't.

Sorry, don't take it personally.

No.

No, I don't.

I just hoped that you might have had a better answer.

Rub your eyes.