2010 - 008 sophie and sian 21st January

SOPHIE: Molly's not in work. KEVIN: It's none of our business, Soph. SOPHIE: Well do you think Tyrone will show up? KEVIN: Look, whatever they've rowed about, I bet it's blown over by now. SOPHIE: Dad! It didn't look like that to me. Their bags were packed and everything. Bet that's him now. KEVIN: Look, you go in. Your mum's waiting for that. SOPHIE: Is it him? KEVIN: He's not coming in. SOPHIE: I told you. It's really sad that 'cause I thought they were really nice together. **** SOPHIE: What you doing? Topping up your carbon footprint? ROSIE: What's it to you? SOPHIE: Uh, are you allowed to have your enging running without a licence? ROSIE: It's for the heat, duh, and you're letting it all out. SOPHIE: Freak. RYAN: Have you heard anything from Sian? SOPHIE: I thought she was moving into yours? RYAN: She went home to sort things out with her dad. I've not heard from her since. I've texted her and that. SOPHIE: Aw, well great. She'll get a... POSTMAN: Number 4? SOPHIE: Yeah, thank you. ROSIE: Uh, thank you, thank you. SOPHIE: Rosie! ROSIE: Get off! **** SOPHIE: Desire Solutions? ROSIE: Get off! SOPHIE: Alright. What's the big secret? Rosie? ROSIE: Keep that out. **** ROSIE: Ciao, baby. Mwah! SOPHIE: I know what you're trying to do, but I don't think it's what mum wants. ROSIE: What? SOPHIE: Well, before, I googled that clinic, Desire Solutions, and it's cosmetic surgery isn't it? ROSIE: Oh, congratulations. Why don't you stitch on your researcher badge? SOPHIE: Yeah, but I don't think mum will need cosmetic surgery. It's only a lump. I think she'll only have a little scar. ROSIE: Right, look. It's nothing to do with mum and it's nothing to do with you? SOPHIE: Well why would you get a letter from them then? No way! You are totally kidding me. You're having botox. ROSIE: No. Why would I need botox? SOPHIE: Is it liposuction then? ROSIE: No. SOPHIE: Well I don't know, do I? A nose job? ROSIE: Sophie! You will need a nose job in a minute! SOPHIE: Well what is it then? ROSIE: Well, look, I'm having a *** job. SOPHIE: No way. No flaming way! When mum's just gone through all that? ROSIE: Well, it's nothing to do with mum and I've got to think of my career. SOPHIE: Rosie. Rosie! **** RYAN: Hiya, Sian, it's me again. Ring me, will you? I don't want a text message. I want to hear your voice. what's been going on? Why haven't you been in school? I'm worried about you. Ring me. Bye.