This is a scene that takes place between two friends. PAUL has been giving shade to SAM, who reacts to it by confronting Paul.
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S: Is that your game, to make me feel bad?
P: What do you mean?
S: You’re sad. A bitter, miserable human being.
S: You know what I’m talking about…what’s your deal?
P: What are you talking about, dude?
S: The way you needle me.
P: Needle you?
S: Yeah, needle me. Like you enjoy jabbing me.
P: Sammy, I really have no idea what you’re talking about.
S: Don’t play dumb. At least have some integrity. If I lose my temper it’s game over, you win. And I’m not going to lose my temper. I’m not going to have you win. I just want to inform you that I see right through your game, I see right through how you really feel about me. All this time I thought you were my friend and all the while it’s just keeping an eye on me for your own benefit. Just cause your name is on the line.
P: Well, I’m certainly not going to just expect the work we do to be crap.
S: Oh, so you’re saying I would?
P: Sam, you’ve been known to get lazy from time to time.
S: Lazy my ass! I put my heart and soul into the work we do. I never sit around all day the way you do. You’re the one that’s lazy and gets nothing done with your life. I do all the work, you just ride my wave.
P: Maybe you should just leave. This is going in a bad direction.
S: Be honest with me. Stop talking behind my back, like I don’t know. I can only imagine the shit you say about me. All I’ve ever been to you is a good friend. You’re a poser.
P: That’s enough – get out of my house!
S: Make me.
(P stands up)
P: Sammy, listen, I’ve had a really long day, I’m tired and disgusted with what your accusing me of and not quite sure I fully understand it either. It’s best you leave. Please. Get out, now.
S: I won’t leave until you own up to your bullshit like a man.
P: Then I’m calling the police.
S: Call them and then watch what I do.
P: What are you gonna do Sammy, gonna start breaking up my things. Go ahead and I’ll take you to court.
S: You have no idea what I’ll do to you.
P: So now you’re threatening me? Is that it? Woah, this has really gone too far man.
S: Own up to it! Last chance! Tell me what you have against me or we are no longer friends.
P: At this point that’s best. Who wants to be friends with a raving lunatic.
S: That’s how you want to play it? You may not want to admit it, but we both know the truth.
P: Please leave.
S: You’re not man enough to admit it. That’s fine. Obviously, if you cared enough, you would have come clean and made things right between us. I don’t know what you have against me but it’s clear you don’t give a damn. This whole getting in your face thing, it was my attempt at getting at the truth with you cause I know your a silly punk and won’t ever man up on your own accord. You’re a twat.
P: Good, leave.
S: You won’t hear from me again. If you ever have the heart to communicate the truth, I’ll gladly listen but until then, this isn’t a friendship I need. Later, Paul.