Sweet Sixteen Page #2

see, if you don't kiss your mother goodbye,

you little c*nt,

I'm gonna boot your f***ing arse

all the way to f***ing Greenock.

Now kiss your f***ing mother,

you little c*nt!

Stan, calm down.

See you later, Mum.

Let him go.

Do you know how much

that's f***ing cost me?

- Give us the gear.

- You want it?

- Hand it over.

- F***ing get the gear.

You f***ing twat!

Don't hit him in the face.

His f***ing ma will see it.

You f***ing idiot!

That's f***ing enough, right?

You f***ing idiot!

Where's the f***ing gear?

Next time you will be walking

like f***ing Charlie Chaplin.

I'll break your legs,

you little c*nt.

It never went

as far as that.

It's over the fence there.

You bastard!

For f***'s sake!

A f***ing Laurel and Hardy f***ing family.

Get over the f***ing fence.

My f***ing balls are caught,

you c*nt!

F***ing feeble, you c*nts.

Just you wait!

- Hi, Liam.

- All right, Hazel, love?

- What's wrong?

- Nothing, hen.

You sure?

I've been keeping an eye out for you.

Are you all right?

Sure?

Take a bag. I phoned Chantelle,

she knows we are coming.

Hey. boys.

That's your lot. You get it,

get this f*** and don't come back

near this school again.

My f***ing caring grandfather, eh?

My own f***ing flesh and blood,

you f***ing old bastard.

I love your f***ing grandfather.

He's so funny.

Here, you old bastard.

How's your balls, you old c*nt?

Are they sore?

You'll give the place a bad name.

F*** off.

Did you dye

your hair as well, blondie?

Who was that?

- What was that all about?

- They started it.

Don't forget

I've gotta live here.

- Hello.

- Get in.

Stop staring.

Who's the bird, Chantelle?

The bird can speak for herself,

wee man.

- It's Suzanne.

- That's a nice name.

That's my brother Liam

and his pal Pinball.

I met Suzanne

at my night class.

- What night class?

- The call center one.

- It's that one we were gonna join.

- It's that 0800 one.

Where are you going?

There's no rush.

Sit down.

- I can make tea.

- No. It's all right.

Chantelle, I'll phone you.

I'll phone you

if I can get your number.

See you later.

What are you like?

Has she left?

Don't go to the window.

Is she there?

- Is she there?

- Hey, man, look at that.

Get away

from the window.

No, Calum,

we need to see this.

- What have you done?

- I'm telling you, I tripped.

You didn't trip.

Turn around.

- What happened to you?

- I fell.

You did not fall.

This'll sting.

Easy, Chantelle.

You haven't asked me

about Mum yet.

I don't need

to ask about her.

If you're good for wee Calum,

you can stay.

No, I'll pay my way.

Don't you listen?

If you're good for wee Calum,

you can stay.

And I won't be playing

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