This is Constantine, John Constatine. Asshole.

Just shuttup and crawl back into the fucking hole you came out of and please for the love of everything that is alive and dead don’t come back for a good long while.

I’ll figure it out.

Remember, at least, that I tried to fucking help but you never listen to me so.

{He flips her off.}

Really, I’m bleeding inside.

It’s awful.

You’re really going to be bleeding inside in a minute.

You'll kill someone first, that's how you've always been. You adopted a kid, didn't you? Are you ready to kill him before you recognize something is actually wrong, something you can't fix?

Or that goddamn tiger, for instance. Ready to wipe him off the map?

Maybe I’m not answering it because I don’t want to talk to you.

Maybe I’m not answering it because if I do I’m going to want to punch you in the face. 

Hint: that was sarcasm.

What do you want, John.

You leave, for years sometimes, you don’t say one fucking word to me and then poof! Oh hello I’m the Queen of fucking England please bow in my presence because I have returned.

Really, I'm bleeding inside.

It's awful.

Maybe I’m not answering it because I don’t want to talk to you.

Maybe I’m not answering it because if I do I’m going to want to punch you in the face. 

Hint: that was sarcasm.