Adam & Paul Page #5

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well! Don't make me call the cops.

- Here, if we were black, you wouldn't

be throwin' us out. - Karl, f*** off!

Here, I got the bread for you.

It's all squashed an' all.

That f***er would've been

throwin' it in the bin.

He might as well have let

you take it. A**hole!

Here, thanks.

- You wouldn't have a fag, would you?

- No. Sorry.

F***!

F***in' baguettes and milk!

F***'s sake!

- I was thrown out.

- F***in' typical!

Excuse me.

Yes?

Is there a chance

you'd move up the bench a bit?

Why?

I just want to sit down, like.

Here is much of room on this side.

Yeah, but me mate...

But I have placed

my bag on here.

I know, yeah, but I just want

to sit alongside me mate.

Who?

- Look, will you move up the bench,

for f***'s sake? - Hey, what is this?

I am sitting here first.

I have my bag here.

Is public property.

Just a bit, yeah?

F***ing hell! Jesus!

F***'s sake!

Thanks.

Just give me the f***in' milk!

- Hey! What is the f***?

- Sorry, I wasn't aiming at you.

- Why you throw this milk? - It was an

accident. - It was supposed to hit me.

- Sorry. - F***'s sake! My pants

and my bag all f***ing milky!

Why are you sitting so close to us

in the first place?

I don't f***ing have to ask

your permission where I am sitting!

Quit your moanin' so!

A f***in' accident!

A f***ing free country it is here.

I sit where I like!

- Too right a free country!

OUR f***in' country! - Oh, yes.

- Yeah.

- Here we go.

Yeah, here we go,

back to f***in' Romania with you!

Oh, yes, always f***ing same.

Always f***ing same!

- Yeah!

- What?

You are stupid person.

- And you are all stupid people.

- Oh, yeah? Why?

I am not a f***ing Romanian.

- Yeah?

- Always the same.

F***ing Irish! You say, "Go home,

you Romanian this and that!

You f***ing Romanian pig!

"You Romanian f***ing sponger!"

You listen to me now.

I am not a f***ing Romanian.

My whole life,

I am never Romanian.

My family has no Romanian peoples.

I've never been in f***ing Romania!

When you Irish stop

calling me Romanian?

Do you understand what I say?

- Yeah, fine.

- Yeah, right.

- So where are you from then?

- Jesus' sake!

I am from Bulgaria.

So is his jacket.

- What? - His jacket

was made in Bulgaria.

Oh, show him.

F*** off!

- So have you been here long?

- Two year.

It must be a relief, like.

Why?

Why you say a relief?

- Well, just...

- F***in' ignore the c*nt!

It's like Bulgaria is a shithole.

No, it is not!

No, but in comparison, like.

- Comparison with what?

- Well, Dublin.

You f***ing Irish!

Is it I am going f***ing crazy?

You listen to me now.

Bulgaria is not a shithole.

Beautiful. It is beautiful.

And now Dublin,

it is the shithole.

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