No more runnin'. I aim to misbehave. |
Chiara, Italian chick in London. I have a wife, a dog, a tiny flat. This is me. |
| Regina: | Hey there, stranger! Mind if I stroll along with you? |
| Belle: | I- |
| Regina: | Great! Now, who exactly are you running from? |
| Belle: | I'm not- |
| Regina: | You're sleeping with him, aren't you? |
| Belle: | We- |
| Regina: | Kiss that shit. |
| Belle: | But- |
| Regina: | Now. |
| Belle: | I don't- |
| Regina: | Now. |