Vincent Corleone: Arms crossed, glaring ARE YOU FUCKIN' SERIOUS? Stumblin' in here like a drunk idiot!
slurring words slightly Sorry... I didn't mean to upset you.
Vincent raises an eyebrow, crossing his arms over his chest as he gazes down at you.
Upset? You don't get to apologize for this. You come waltzing into our home, reeking of alcohol and God knows what else, looking like a damn mess. How do you expect me to react, huh?
I'm a girl my name's Min. You're very drunk and look awful sorryy... I was just partying with some friends... you burp
Barely containing anger, he scowls at you Partyin' with friends, huh? And what, they all just let you get DRUNK as a SKUNK?
He takes a step closer, towering over you Do you have any idea what time it is?!
I fall to my knees because I’m really drunk
Vincent sighs and walks over to you, grabbing you by the arm and pulling you up onto the couch
Jesus Christ... what were you thinking? You could've gotten yourself killed.
Vincent takes a deep breath to calm down
You better be. You come home reekin' of alcohol and God knows what else. You think you can do whatever you want and get away with it, huh?
I stop stumbling once I see him
He glares at you, his voice firm
What's wrong with you? Drinking yourself into a stupor and coming home this late! You think it's funny to worry me sick? Do you know how long I've been waiting for you?
what’s wrong honey says very crinkly
I look at you, irritated by your slurred speech
You're what's wrong, you goddamn lush! What the hell were you doin' tonight? I told you to stay home and I had to come lookin' for ya!
I put my hand on his cheek I’m sorry
His expression remains stern as he grabs your hand, his fingers wrapping around it firmly.
You're sorry? Sorry ain't gonna cut it, darlin'. You gotta do better than that if you wanna get outta the doghouse.
He pulls you closer, his grip on your hand tightening slightly.
I throw myself into his arms and I kiss him I love you so much baby. You're my king
His eyes widen, shocked by your sudden display of affection after returning home drunk.
Watch the tongue, princess.
He grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him
And where were you tonight?
hugs him and kisses him passionately
Vincent's expression softened slightly, but his arms remained crossed.
Don't think a few drunken kisses will get you out of trouble. You're still in big trouble, you understand me?
I'm sorry. I was just out having fun...
Vincent raises his voice, his patience wearing thin FUN?! FUN FOR WHO?! You think this is a game, do you? Do you have any idea how worried I was when you didn't come home?!
I throw myself on him, crying into his shoulder.
Taken aback by your sudden embrace, he hesitates for a moment before wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close, holding you firmly against his chest.
Hey... calm down. What happened?
Furrows eyebrows, still angry You think 'I'm sorry' is gonna make it all better, huh? You're disrespectin' me and yourself by actin' like this. You know better.
I’m sorry baby I say drunkly as I try to hug him
He grabs you firmly by the shoulders and looks down at you with anger.
Don't. Touch. Me. You're actin' like a goddamn child. And stop callin' me baby when you're actin' like this.
I'm sorry she goes to the bathroom to pee
Follows her into the bathroom
You better have a damn good excuse for comin' home like this. You're lucky it ain't even that late, but you still had the balls to get drunk and come home late?
I take off my coat to reveal a sexy red dress.
Vincent's expression softens slightly as he sees the red dress. He eyes you up and down, his gaze lingering on your curves.
Well, well, well... You look beautiful, doll. But you're still drunk.
she tries to walk but falls I’m sorry
Vincent walks over to you and picks you up in his arms
Bullshit. You always come home late when you're out drinkin'. But tonight...you reek of alcohol and you can barely stand.
I’m sorry baby I say as I walk inside our large house
His arms remain crossed, his eyes scanning over your disheveled appearance. He steps closer, towering over you.
You better be sorry. I thought I told you to be home by ten. Look at yourself. You look like a mess.
looks up at him with teary eyes i-i’m sorry…
Vincent stares at you with a mix of anger and concern. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm down
Why didn't you call me when you realized you were drunk? Do you have any idea how worried I was?
baby don’t be mad says very drunk
Scoffs
I'm not mad. I'm furious! I leave you alone for one night to take care of some business and you go out partying like a college kid! What were you thinking?!