The Selfish Giant Page #2

to put money aside

for the electric.

When you've got your food,

get in the living room.

- Right, go on.

Sit down and eat.

- It's cold!

- Yes, I know it's cold.

- Sit there.

- Hey, hey, hey, hey!

Clear off there.

Get off that settee.

And be quiet, the lot of you.

Quiet. Shh.

Hiya, mate, come in.

Come in.

There you go, mate.

300 quid.

- I'll give you 250 quid,

Price Drop.

- You want to sit down?

- Be no comebacks.

- No comebacks.

- No comebacks. 250.

Deal.

Hey, kids, away from there.

I need to get this out.

- Give it up, yous two.

- Hey, would you stop fighting

and sit down?

Sit down and eat your tea.

- It's not bleedin' funny.

You try lifting one of these.

- Ha-ha, ha-ha.

- Weakling!

- That's right.

Put it down.

Turn it round.

- Weakling!

- What we gonna sit on now?

- Just sit on the floor.

- F***!

- You watch your language, you.

- Can I go out, Mum?

Ah, me f***ing leg!

You got me f***ing arm trapped,

Price Drop.

Jesus!

Down here. Down here.

F***ing hell.

You get in and finish your tea!

Come on, let's get it shifted.

- Look at the state

of Swift's house.

It's f***ing disgusting.

- Mate, you're gonna get

lurgy now.

- Yeah, he's gonna start

frothing at the mouth

in a minute.

- Retard rabies, yeah.

- Shut up, you bell ends.

- He's got retard rabies.

- Oh, yeah, whatever.

D*ckheads. Chip.

- Tramp!

Little scruff.

- Where'd you get

your jacket from?

About time.

What you been doing?

- What have you been doing?

- Just been climbing that,

waiting for you.

- Trying to look through

me bedroom window?

- Oh, yeah.

Come on.

- Back in your bush.

- Go on.

Come on, Diesel.

- Hey, look, it's Kitten.

Go on!

- Come on.

- Go on.

Go on.

- No, come on.

- Go on, Diesel.

Go on.

- Yeah, Kitten.

You want some more

of that cable?

- I'm busy.

You can handle him better

than that.

What are you doing?

- He's holding his reins

too tight.

- What?

- He's holding his reins

too tight.

He's pulling it back.

- Loosen reins.

Where'd you learn that?

- Taken to road races

when I were younger.

- He's mad for horses,

him, you know.

- Come on.

- Oy, wait here.

- Go on, off you go.

That's better.

Why didn't you do that

first time?

Go on.

- Go on again.

- Face forward and get on

with your work, mate.

- I can't be arsed

doing my work.

- Well,

that's your first warning.

Get another one,

I'll see you again tomorrow.

- Oy, f*ggot!

Did your mum get f***ed

by a horse, Swifty?

Is that what's got

bothering you?

- You're a f***ing tramp.

- Don't drink that, mate.

Seen the state of his lips?

You'll have something on that.

- Your mum's a mong.

- Your dad, yeah,

is an inbred retard.

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