100 Streets Page #2
- Year:
- 2016
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Trust me.
I don't think so.
And you stink of weed.
So, you need to
leave the club now.
Hey, come on, brother.
Where's your empathy?
I don't know you,
and you ain't my brother.
So step aside... Yeah, we
don't wanna f***ing know you!
Mandingo f***ing prick!
F***ing d*ckhead!
F*** you, man!
Idiots!
F***ing wanker!
Sh*t!
Come here!
Get the f*** off me, man!
Get the f*** off him!
Hey! Leave him!
Leave him the f*** alone!
Get the f*** off me.
Get the f*** off me.
Get off me!
Get off me!
Look what the
cat's dragged in, eh?
What've you done to your face?
Mom, mom, it's nothing.
Just slipped.
Had a couple of drinks n' that.
Who was you with?
My boy Sean, innit?
Well, that boy's got brains.
I bet he didn't get himself
into such a condition.
That's going to look
great in job interviews.
Mom, it's fine.
Trust me.
Just make sure you get
Amelia to church on time.
What do you say, shorty.
You ready, yeah?
You smell.
"Immediate return
to court order..."
Hey! That's none
of your business.
You going back to prison? What?
No. Of course not.
Look, I'll just take a
and they'll give me
community service.
Hey.
I ain't ever going
back there, you know?
I promise you.
Now, come on.
Let's go before we both
get in trouble, yeah?
"Upon such sacrifices,
my Cordelia..."
"The gods themselves
throw incense."
Must be, what, um, four years
since we did Lear together?
Eight years ago.
Oh!
That's the price you pay
for those thunderous thighs
and the glamorous life of a wag.
How is, uh,
Mr. neanderthal?
Being a royal pain.
Yes, that's why
you're here, I suppose?
You miss me.
You've finally
succumbed to my...
My, uh, mature charm.
Mmm, something like that.
It's not easy with
a family, I'm sure,
but we make our choices.
Yeah, but it'll be good
for me to be working again.
For everyone, you know?
Keep me off the happy pills.
We're all the same, you know.
Without our passion,
it's very hard for us to
find our place in the world.
That aimed at him or me?
Now, I'm delighted I can help.
Consider it done.
It'll be all right.
Fingers crossed, eh?
Otherwise it'll be more than a
f***ing broomstick she shoves up me.
I'm really sorry, madam, but the
system's saying, "card declined."
Leo, give me my
phone. Give me...
Sorry. Thanks.
For f***'s sake, Max,
I couldn't even get a present
for the kid's birthday party.
You said you'd
set up the account.
You said you'd
transferred my allowance!
Hold my hand, Leo.
Hi. Come in.
How are you?
Not too bad. Yourself?
Very well.
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