[Chrissie is lying on her bed - footsteps are heard and Joan enters her cell]
Joan 'The Freak' Ferguson: Well, well. You're back. Too bad the honeymoon is over.
Chrissie Latham: Just go away. Please.
Joan 'The Freak' Ferguson: What's the matter, Latham? Didn't you enjoy your little outing?
Chrissie Latham: Leave me alone. You wouldn't understand.
Joan 'The Freak' Ferguson: They tell me your boyfriend turned out to be a psycho. You should have known! Nobody in their right minds would want you. Maybe you'll be a little more careful who you'll pick next time.
Chrissie Latham: I'll make bleedin' sure I'll never pick anyone as vicious and rotten as you, you bitch. I'd sooner be dead.
Joan 'The Freak' Ferguson: You nearly were, Latham. You very nearly were. But then I don't suppose anyone would have missed *you*.
[Joan exits]