WHY WE LOVE COOK & EFFY - CE PICSPAM
This was for the picspam challenge at skinsland.
Meant to have only ten pictures, but I ended up making more. Enjoy!
Effy: Sweet.
Effy: They don't have a nurse.
Cook (shows list): I just gotta get sex and drugs.
Effy: Any good?
Pandora: I don't know what you mean.
Effy: I mean he's a sensational fuck, yeah?
Pandora: There's a lot of things you don't know about me, Eff.
Just 'cause I'm useless don't mean I'm nothing.
Effy: We're friends because you don't surf and turf my men, you said that.
Pandora: He's not yours Eff! He'll never belong to anyone!
Effy: Shut up!
Cook: Freddie she loves you, you know? She loves you. But she can't understand it, can't
understand the love, so she fucks me instead. So I'm pissed off, yeah? She's taking the
piss. And it's hurting me. 'Cause Cook needs the love too. Cookie's got nothing. Cookie's
always got nothing. That's why I do a pout. That's why I popped Panda. Panda's popped. So
it's the same: great tits Panda, great tits Effy; that's all I get 'cause I'm shit. I'm pure shit.
Cook: Alright Anth? Take me to your kitchen, you're daughter's in for a fucking treat. Four
courses, real fancy shit, pesto, salmon, salad.
Anthea: Love, she's gone.
Cook: Okay, what time is she back?
Anthea: Not until tomorrow, I think. Got some party at Gobbler's End.
Cook: Nah... Nah! Nah 'cause we were supposed to hang out tonight!
Anthea: Is that before you broke up or afterwards?
Cook: I bought a fucking gâteau. Black forest!
Effy: Where are we going?
Cook: shrug.
Effy: Okay. Where are we?
Cook: shrug.
Cook: It's you and me babe. It's always gunna be you and me. It's always you and me.
Effy: Morning slugger.
Cook: Where are we?
Effy: Thought you were the man with a plan.
Cook: I am. I am.
Effy: It's been weeks, Cook. One small shitty town after another.
Cook: Ahh, Eff. It's not about the destination, it's about the journey! '09 Bonnie and Clyde.
Outlaws of Brittain.
Effy: I'm serious Cook. Where are we going?
Cook: We're here. This is it.
Effy: Here? Why?
Cook: Pause. 'Cause this is where my dad lives.
Cook: I had it all planned out, man. Get a boat of our own. A job. Everything. But she doesn't love me.
Freddie: She does. I know she does.
Cook: But she loves you better.
Freddie: I was with her last night. You understand?
Cook: Nod.
Freddie: So you know what i've come to ask you. Cook. Please. Just say it's okay.
Cook: I can't. Freds. I just can't. I'm sorry. I just fucking love her. I fucking love her.
Cook: I just wanted to fucking crack someone. He just... Freddie man. I couldn't stand the way
that she was fucking looking at him. And I was thinking why does everybody gets to piss on me.
Everybody always fucking pisses on me. My fucking mum. My dad is a fucking tosser. And no one
gives a shit. Everyone's out for the fucking selves.
Effy: You been up to much?
Cook: Ah, you know...
Effy: I bet it's all action. Ballroom dancing in the morning. And bumming in the showers.
Cook: Laugh. Yeah I can barely sit.
Effy: We're coming to your trial thing tomorrow.
Cook: We?
Effy: Yeah, we. Freddie's worried sick.
Cook: I bet he is. Probably scared I'm going to get off and steal his woman. Again.
Effy: I love him Cook. That's what I came to say.
Cook: How is the love?
Effy: It's a bit of a head fuck to be honest. Not simple. I know you'd understand that. I'm giving it a go.
That's what I've always loved about you, Cook. Brave.
Cook: Hey princess.
Effy: Aren't you supposed to be in prison or something?
Cook: Aren't you supposed to be in the loony bin?
Effy: I did my time. You should have done yours.
Cook: I did enough. Surely Effy Stonem is not abandoning a party?
Effy: I don’t belong in there.
Cook: Neither do I. We got a lot in common, me and you.
Effy: Not anymore.
Cook: We’re both stood in the rain. We’re both miserable.
Effy: You’re no good for me, Cook. You never were.
Cook: If this was us meeting for the first time, I’d do it all again. Everything.
The fucks, the fuck ups, everything. I’d do it all again.
Effy: What’s that supposed to mean?
Cook: It means I still love you.
Cook: Yeah yeah, I know. Piss off and all that.
Effy: What?
Cook: Listen, I got a call from your man. He’s all in a tizzy. So I thought I’d come and hear your side of the story.
Effy: Sorry, I don’t understand.
Cook: Come on, Eff.
Effy: Eff? Who’s Eff?
Cook: Yeah, of course. Sorry. You’re not Effy. I’ve mistaken you for someone else.
Effy: Looks like it.
Cook: So what is your name?
Effy: Elizabeth.
Cook: Elizabeth. Nice to meet you, I'm James.
Cook: What am I talking about? Come on, Eff. I know you, you know me. We’ve dated, we have fucked in every sense of the word. We are Cook and Effy.
Effy: No, that’s not true, we’ve never met.
Cook: So how do I know you’ve got a mark shaped like a wine glass on your ass? Or that your favourite film’s E.T.?
Effy: Stop it.
Cook: That’s because we know each other. The fucking world knows us! So cut the fucking shit.
Cook: But you remember me yeah, you know who I am?
Effy: How could I forget?