Just what time of night do you call this? No, I'm not all right. I've said this before but you haven't heard. Let me finish, I said let me finish. (How long did it take before you rung the doorbell?) Hair's combed, and your tie's a little too perfect. No more alibis, no more stupid lies, what a fool I've been! Let me finish, I said let me finish. Wait a minute you'll get your turn, it's not often I get the chance to talk. It's getting harder to hide that I'm no spring chicken. Forever's 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 don't want a drink.) Not yet. I've rehearsed these next lines for ages. Why do I feel cold? I suppose it's nerves. I don't need a drink. It's not the end of the world if you lose me! I've made up my mind, I think that I have. I don't care if the neighbors hear! You always say us British are too reserved. I somehow hope that you would tell me You've found somebody else, not now. Let me finish. You'll get your chance to call me a child. I don't 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 won't even talk about them. Please don't. I must not be talked into staying.