Ah why don't you go fuck yourself Marcia

Peter:

Saw another car down the end of the beach, thought we had the place to ourselves. Look what's shitting you anyway? Marcia:
I told you I've got a splitting... Peter:
No I mean what's really shitting you Marcia:
I'm bored Peter:
Well christ whose bloody faults that get off your arse and do something instead of smoking cigarettes and reading dirty books, amuse yourself Marcia:
I wanted to go to Eildon remember Peter:
Oh alright then take the car and piss off, go on piss off Marcia:
Peter I'm not the type for crapping in the sunshine and yearning round campfires Peter:
Waters too cold, the suns too hot Marcia:
Alright then so what am I supposed to do Peter:
Ah why don't you go fuck yourself Marcia