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make your own suit.

- There you go.

- Tighter, it'll split.

- 30 shillings, please.

- I can bring it in that much.

- What about this?

- It'll split.

- I want it by Saturday.

- Saturday, yeah.

- What do you think?

- F***ing rent-a-tent, innit?

- How much?

- Two pound, nine pence, please.

- Sorry, I have no smaller change.

- Don't matter.

Thank you.

- All right, darlin'?

- Saturdays, I hate 'em.

Thought I'd drop by and say hello.

Been up to no good

while I been graftin'?

Nah, not really.

I just been down to pay me suit off.

- Yeah? What's it like?

- Handsome.

Three buttons. Side vents.

16-inch bottoms. Dark brown.

Have I got to wait here all day

while you finish your conversation?

I'm wearing it down to Brighton.

Gonna be one of the faces down there?

What do you mean going to be?

I am one of the faces.

I'm the hippiest number in town

And I'll tell you why

Tell you why

I'm the snappiest dresser

Right down to my inch-wide tie

To my inch-wide tie

And to get you wise

I'll explain to you

A few of the things

That a face is supposed to do...

- What's that? Bombers? Gis' a couple.

- Chalky, the ponce. He's about again.

I ain't had a decent blot for days.

What happened, then?

You get banged up in Margate?

In Shepherd's Bush. My old man ain't

let me out the house since Margate.

Put a padlock on me scooter.

I went round last night

and his dad tried to do me over.

I wouldn't stand for it if I were you.

If that was my old man

taking them liberties,

I tell you, I'd f***in' do him.

- Seen his dad?

- He's 6'2".

How come you're so small?

- Dunno. It's thingy, innit.

- Genetic.

- His nan's a midget.

- Party down Kitchener Road.

- What'd I tell you?

- It's that posh bird.

- Yeah, she's a right goer.

- Bristols out there.

- No chance.

- Really?

Dave, what's that...

Wanna go to a party? Everybody's going.

- Where?

- Kitchener Road.

All right, then.

Only takes 20 minutes, half an hour,

to get there on a scooter.

- Where you off to, then?

- I'll see you later.

- Yeah...

- Come on, Jim, give him a kiss.

Ferdy.

This is the place, lads.

Come on, then. Come on.

All right, John?

Yeah, straight in. No problems.

Come on.

- No gatecrashers.

- Gatecrashers?

He's calling us gatecrashers.

You didn't even bring any bottles.

- Piss off!

- Who the f*** are you? Prince Philip?

I happen to be the boyfriend

of the hostess.

No, you're f***ing not!

Listen.

Look, this is Sandra's party, right?

Me and me mates have been invited...

John.

Here, where'd you get that shirt?

All right, Jim?

- Anything you fancy?

- Nothing there.

- I see you found a bird.

- I know her.

Here, that's mine, ain't it?

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