[ this is going to hell. quickly. the angrier he gets, the more defensively angry she gets -- and the shattering glass, the drapes aflame, that doesn't help. it doesn't stop lil either, 'cause she's crazy and invulnerable and she'd rather argue with him than stop because of collateral damage. ]

Who said anythin' about goddamn Madison? [ it's too soon to talk about her missing husband. it just pisses her off. ] He mighta run from me, but at least he didn't do it while I was spreadin' my legs for him.

[ fed up, she storms over to the drapes, unconcerned with the broken glass and rips them down effortlessly, smothering the flames under her feet with impatience and bad temper. ]

God, just -- deal with your goddamn problems then. See if I give a damn.