Mitchell Killgower. Vie? I’m sorry? Oh right. I have no idea. But if I was to hazard a guess, it’s probably because Brittany, my worst half, has told all kinds of lies about me.
Mitchell. Indeed I could. But as I said to Brittany, when she asked me if the tedious old bastard who runs it, beguiled women, ‘No, he beguiles something far worse. Ideas.’ I don’t know if Shey would be too pleased if you got any.
Mitchell. I know. But as you’ve so often said yourselves, it’s not raining either.
Mitchell. The one who kept Shey’s latest heroine offering in about. Next?
Mitchell. I wouldn’t know. You’d have to ask her but she’s dead. Unless you’re planning on joining her? Whatever way I seem to have with women does not extend to wives, or pretend ones. But she squirmed whenever I went near her. So I didn’t because I’m not all bad.
Mitchell. A friend.
Mitchell. Frankly? If you gentlemen helped me secure my inheritance, you could stay where you damn well wanted. In fact, if I’d known you gentlemen and ladies were so helpful I’d have paid you, not Brittany, to sort out my ex sister-in-law, Christian and her husband, (who is also my uncle) Clarence, and ruin my son, Fleming. How does that sound?
Mitchell. The question is, does she want to marry you?
Mitchell. I think you’ll find the word is ‘thought ‘and I also thought, I’d be –
making the mistake of his life to let her back in.
Mitchell. So please don’t label me a romantic. I’m not.
Mitchell. Fine. Have it your own way. Anyway, dudes it has been nice meeting you all.
Mitchell. Not what Brittany found out. Well… not as you seem to think.
Mitchell. In fact I’m very open and honest.