The Mosquito in the Room

Tony: What are you doing?
Fiona: Why don’t you just scream at me next time Tony! There was a mosquito on your arm!
Tony: Who’s the one shouting? Stop touching me and getting all on top of me all the time. I can take care of my own mosquitoes.
Fiona: That’s right isn’t it! You don’t want me anywhere near you do you? You can take care of everything yourself. Is it those whores in the city? That little slut secretary of yours? Or are they also not allowed near your highness over here, who takes care of his own incy-wincy little mosquito!
Tony: I don’t need this.
Fiona: Where are you going?
Tony: Out.
Fiona: Where’s out Tony? Tony! ...You’re sucking me dry Tony!