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for Him...

by choosing something that

He does not want.

I have nothing to eat

or drink for one hour...

it is not a very long time

and it is to...

it is to remind me of the great

Son of God who will come.

Before I go to Communion...

I will listen carefully to

the priest at Mass.

I will tell God...

I want to grow up like Jesus...

and I want to meet Him

in Communion.

Very good. Very good.

Thank you, Coleen.

Thank you.

Now you see...

the Church, well we call it

Mother Church...

has decided that when a child

reaches the age of seven...

the age of reason...

it's time for the parents to prepare

them for their first Holy Communion.

So the parents must teach that child

about the loving family of God...

and that their first Communion marks the

beginning of a beautiful friendship with Christ.

I'll take the vault, lad.

Okay, I'll get 'the room'.

Jesus! You've started early,

haven't you?

Hello, girls. This could be your

lucky day.

Have a look in this basket.

Best mutton. Look at that.

Fresh as a daisy.

Two pound fifty the leg.

What do you mean 'no'?

A beautiful piece of meat, that.

No? You sure?

You don't eat meat?

/All right, love.

Hiya, mate.

Look at this bit of

flavour, eh...

look at this, real English mutton.

Look at that...

I'm sorry, mate.

I'm sorry, I'm skint.

Skint? I know exactly how

you feel, pal...

Can I do you a favour, lads?

Fair enough...

Hello folks, here you are,

have a look at this.

Real English mutton.

Look at that.

Beautiful leg of mutton.

Just done it before

I came in here.

Hiya, Walt!

Hiya Bob, you all right?

Have a look at that

for a leg of mutton.

Beautiful leg of mutton, that.

How much?

/Two-fifty.

No, I'II, I'll give you

two quid for it.

Two twenty-five.

No, two pound or nothing.

Sold to the girl over there.

Do you want a bag with it?

Yes, please.

There you are, love.

Put it in that bag.

Yeah, over there, love.

Have a look at them chops.

What d'you reckon, Cissie?

D'you want owt?

Breast? Chops?

How much?

One-fifty your chops, love.

Bit warm though,

aren't they?

Hello there Paddy, me old son.

Not Paddy.

Come to do you a favour, son.

Have a look at that.

Now you can f*** off!

I, I, that's not

very nice, is it?

Just f*** off...

all right?

Who d'you think you're

talking to, Paddy, old son?

I'm not a d*ckhead,

you know.

Eh?

Sudden death...

or a broken jaw?

Ah, just get your face away before

I tread all over you.

Okay, Pad.

Any time you like.

/Thank you very much.

Anything for the weeken, boys?

Anything at all, lads?

Jesus wept!

How'd you go on

in that vault?

Crap. Couldn't sell it.

Couldn't even give it away.

How did you do?

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