[ a blur, yes, but in Danny's drunken mind it is a god damn masterpiece. He hunches over his phone, fingers numbly poking away at the buttons, as he attempts to send it to someone. ]
Hey, what's your nife's wumber-?
[ hang on no that's not how we English. Danny narrows his eyes and carefully repeats himself: ]
no subject
Hey, what's your nife's wumber-?
[ hang on no that's not how we English. Danny narrows his eyes and carefully repeats himself: ]
Wife's. Number.