- Carla Barlow: [taunting Peter] So what comes next? Come on, what is it?
- [whispers]
- Carla Barlow: I think it's booze. Will that make everything alright? Is that what you want? Booze makes a pathetic man into a big man. Doesn't it? Eh? So go on, take it.
- [ferociously]
- Carla Barlow: Take it. It's what you want, it's what you always want, isn't it? Go find a gutter and drink yourself to death.
- [pushes him away, watches him leave]