44 Inch Chest Page #3
"Poor Colin.
He's pathetic. "
You can say it.
I can take it.
Well, you can all f*** off.
Sling your dirty hooks.
Sorry to have inconvenienced you
and all that,
but uour services
are no longer required.
Snakes.
Laughing at me.
I might look like a c*nt,
but I'm not f***ing stupid.
- No, it's her
that's stupid, Col.
It's Liz.
- What do you know about her?
What do you know about
what it means
to be f***ing married?
You still live
with your f***ing mum.
- Oi.
- This is why Loverboy
must be killed.
This is why she must be killed.
Do this to a man?
Jesus f***ing Christ almighty.
Fire and f***ing sword.
It's unforgivable.
De-f***ing-plorable.
Look at the man.
Where is he?
Look at him.
He ain't there.
Someone else.
F***ing shell that is,
if that,
sad, empty shell.
Hurts your f***ing eyes.
Can hardly look at him.
Make you weep.
Oh, mother of God,
theu will suffer.
Oh, yeah, they will suffer.
That is my promise.
They will f***ing suffer.
- I'm sorry, Arch.
I don't know what I'm saying.
I'm cracking up, mate.
- That's all right, mate.
Forget about it.
It's understandable.
- Here, Colin,
this'll cheer you up.
Have a guess
how much I won last night.
- F***ing suffer.
- Have a guess.
- How much you win?
- Well,
when I left here last night,
I was buzzing.
I was on my way to
the Buckingham for a quick one.
None of you wet willies
wanted to come.
And guess who
I bumped into.
- Meredith!
- Tippi Gordon...
- Off his f***ing face,
pumping, zooming.
Pupils the size of a sixpence.
both:
You up for it?Are you with me?
Night of it, beauty boy?
You up for it?
Boys' night out?
- He was on his way
to the Grenadier,
invites me along.
both:
I like a line the sizeof a f***ing Toblerone.
Oi, bumface, here you are.
- Get your nose
stuck into that.
- Go on, then.
What'd you win?
- 40,600 is what I won.
- F***ing hell.
- F*** me.
- How?
- Well...
We were f***ing about.
So I bet Tippo five grand
he can't win
six grand in a minute.
- I f***ing can.
- Go on, then.
Smacks six thou down
on the black.
both:
Red, c*nt.Double or quits.
- He bets black.
- Black! Come on!
Come on, you c*nt!
Come on, come on, come on,
black.
Come on, then, red.
God!
- Bets black.
- Come on.
Come on.
Black! Black!
Come on!
both:
Red, c*nt.Double or quits.
- For the third time.
Only this time,
he bets red.
- Now, come on, come on.
Come on, come on, come on!
Come on, oh, yeah, yeah.
Come on.
Black!
- C*nt, c*nt.
- Meredith.
- "You are a c*nt.
"Here's your 40,000.
Thank you very much.
See ua. "
Well, for a giggle,
I've had 400
on the pontoon table.
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