The Firm Page #2

cos you ain't passing

half past three in the f***ing afternoon off

as a day's work to me, mush.

All right, calm down. l'm 'ere now,

and l'm gonna work hard.

Please, Dad, just a score.

Do a score's worth of work

and l'll give you it.

l'm only asking for 20 quid.

Why are you being so tight?

- You can have a fiver.

- A fiver?

- Yeah.

- For f***'s sake, Dad.

l'm supposed to be goin' Lips with the boys.

You can have a fiver.

What am l supposed to buy with that?

- Won't even get me a bottle of Thunderbird.

- Don't have nothing.

That jumper don't half look well on you, Dad.

Yeah? Nice.

So, what about that money, eh?

Don't you stop it, don't you stop

Don't stop the music

The beat keeps going round and round

Turns me upside down

lt don't really wanna stop

Ooh!

What are you doing? You made me jump.

Don't you stop it, don't you stop it

Don't stop the music

Oh, leave me alone, will ya?

l'm not a kid, you know.

Go on, you melt!

Diddycoys.

- Takes so f***ing long to get in here.

- Always a f***ing queue here.

'Ere y'are. Keep it down.

Go on, you're all right.

Watch yourself.

Who's the ice cream?

- F*** knows. Andrew Ridgeley?

- Hello, Bex.

Yeah, yeah, all right.

All right, doll?

Leave me out, ya ginger c*nt.

Well done, son, you're in there.

She's a f***ing moose anyway.

l'd rather knock one out.

Two Pernod and black, three lager tops,

a snakebite

and a Thunderbird for the melt here.

Have a look.

lt's that clown in the shorts again.

What a f***ing Jils, eh?

Get on this.

- Whoa. Sorry, mate.

- lt's all right, mate.

Teach you to dance like a f***ing melt,

though, won't it?

Slow down. l'm just

cuttin' a rug with me wife.

What, that?

No, you don't wanna

make one with me, mate.

l'll f***ing leave you behind.

Go on.

Come on, let's get the others.

l'm gonna do that f***ing face...

- All right, mate?

- Oi, watch it, you prick.

Come on, then. How d'you wanna be?

Not so f***ing mouthy, now, are ya?

- My nose!

- Who's next? You?

You?

See you? l'll hit you so f***ing hard,

next time you wake up,

you'll have a chalk mark round ya.

F*** off!

So you don't hump like this.

You push down to go flat. Like that.

- There. Does that feel better?

- The state of her.

- She's completely garrity.

- That's rich comin' from you.

- You're startin' to look like a space hopper.

- ..to the right foot...

- And the left!

- Oh! Looks like that money was well spent.

Good night, was it?

Oi! l said, good night, was it?

- Leave me alone.

- He can't hear you, Bob.

- Hit him a bit harder.

- Oh, leave off!

- Did you get any muff, son?

- Any what?

Muff, you know, fanny.

Leave me alone, Dad,

l'm not a kid, you know.

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