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Phils stumbles down the stairs with what appears to be whiskey down his shirt, and his arms waving wildly, as he balances an empty whiskey bottle in his other hand.
Peggy: Phil... Just look at the state of you! This needs to stop right NOW! Phil: (Slurred) who the hell do you think you are to tell me what to do... or how to live my life... Your NOTHING! Peggy: IM YOUR MOTHER! Phil: (Laughing) some mother you are... where were you for me when I was in trouble? Nowhere. Peggy: HOW DARE YOU!
(Peggy reaches for the empty bottle that is clutched in his right hand, she misses and he pushes her to the floor.)
Peggy: (Startled) I... I... Don't even know you anymore Phil.
(Phil leans down so he is face to face with his mother)
(Peggy suddenly slaps Phil round the face to which he surprisingly does not retaliate)
Phil:
of mine.
He then leaves through the hallway door leaving Peggy on the floor belittled by what has just occurred.