Tags:
Mocking
Cold
Stepmother
Southern
Southern Accent
Adult Female
Bully
Mean
Cruel
Script:
You are a mess. Some inheritance your daddy left me, nothing but a... Are you being fresh? You're spoiled. It's your daddy's fault. I never should have let him take you hunting, raise you like a boy, make you believe you're special. You will never be that. You are nobody.
Tags:
Happy
Joyful
Pleasant
Pensive
Adult Female
Adult
Pastoral
Upbeat
Positive
Optimistic
Cheerful
Empathic
Script:
At that moment, a very good thing was happening to her. Four good things had happened to her, in fact, since she came to Misselthwaite Manor. She had felt as if she had understood a robin, and that he had understood her. She had run in the wind until her blood had grown warm. She had been healthily hungry for the first time in her life, and she had found out what it was to be sorry for someone.
Tags:
Betrayed
Suspicious
Furious
Argue
Adult Female
Adult
Trapped
Angry
Script:
You're psychotic. I had a life. You took my life. I wanted to work. I loved working. It was my life. My life. You don't get to take that from me. You made me feel like I was crazy. I came to you. You made me feel like I was fucking crazy.
Tags:
Flirting
Seductive
Wry
Cynical
Adult
Adult Female
Sexy
Direct
Knowing
Script:
Let's go. Oh, you want to close, right? Oh, right, right, right. I'm supposed to act like I don't know if it's right. So then you tell me that there is no right or wrong. There's just the moment. And then I tell you that I can't while actually signaling to you that I can, which you don't need because you're not really listening. I guess this isn't about connection for you. This isn't even about sex for you. This is about finding an hour or two of relief from the pain of being you. And that's fine with me, see? Because all I want is the exact same thing.
Tags:
Worried
Hopeless
Heartbroken
Adult
Adult Female
Pessimistic
Helpless
Sad
Weeping
Crying
Script:
It's no straightforward news. Lydia has run away with Mr. Wickham. They have gone from Brighton. Lord knows where. She has no money, no connections. I fear she may be lost forever. No, this is my fault. I could have repented all of this if I'd been honest with my sisters. My father has gone to London, but I know very well nothing can be done. We have not the smallest hope, so I think it is too late.
Tags:
Mezzo Soprano
Contralto
Adult
Pop
Rock
Rock Opera
Upbeat
Singing
Musical Score
Musical Cinema
Satire
Parody
Script:
Shower curtain, oh won't you help me to be certain, oh Toothpaste, don't you put the squeeze on me Micro-digital awaker, why are we always sooner or later Ditching in the kitchen or crying in the bedroom all night