Kevin had come into the bar after Violet failed to show for her audition for the music people Kev had set her up with, saw Vi on the bar dancing with the drunk patron, and started the fight. Below is the dialogue after he’s thrown out of the bar, and Vi, angry, follows him:

Vi: Kevin, what is your problem? Look, I’m sorry about tonight but look at this—there was no way Lil was gonna let me out!

Kev: This isn’t about Lil—this is about you and this place!

Vi: This is my job—

Kev: A goddamn sandbox for you to stick your head in!

Vi: What is that supposed to mean?

Kev: The place is a joke—alright? They don’t come to watch you sing—they come to watch girls shakin’ it on a bar!

Vi: And what would you have me do—sing for quarters in the park?

Kev: At least you’d be singing your own songs!

Vi: I told you, I can’t DO that so stop pushing…!

Kev: I’m just asking you to try—but I guess that’s asking a bit too much! (He turns to walk away)

Vi: Right…it’s so easy to be you, isn’t it? You have no dreams, no hopes, no chance of getting hurt—when was the last time you took a chance on something?

Kev: Some of us don’t have that luxury…

Vi: And why is that?… (pauses, and then says sarcastically) Ooh, right—we don’t talk about you, right? It’s a big secret…come on Kevin, let’s play a game…lemme guess why you left Australia.

(Kevin walks away from her)

Kev: Doesn’t matter.

Vi: You were in jail…no, that’s not it. You have a wife and four kids in Sydney—come on, am I getting’ warm? Come on Kevin, I don’t have a lot of time—why’d you run away from home?

(He turns back around to confront her)

Kev: (almost defiantly) I didn’t have a home. Is that whatcha wanted to hear? I don’t have a family, I mean, that’s the big secret! Are you happy? Huh? You gonna feel sorry for me now? You gonna hold me close while I tell you I had to change homes every two years? I had a bad childhood—big deal! I don’t need your sympathy, ‘cos I’m here, and I’m livin’ on my two feet like I wanted to—that was MY dream! At least I did it with a little bit of dignity.

Vi: (her voice breaking, as if she’s starting to cry) And I didn’t, that’s it?

Kev: Well, just unbutton the blouse a little, and unzip the pants, show a little bit of flesh—I think you can figure it out. (He gets in his convertible, gesturing toward the bar) Go on in, your fans are waiting for you to crawl on the bar! (He starts his car and angrily drives off)