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What did you do with

that little piece of paper?

You f***ing rolled, didn't you?

You used it as a roach.

Oh, for f***'s sake!

Oh, bro, I f***ing blazed

the f***ing Wi-Fi code, mate.

...because I hate all nations equally.

And I'll tell you something else,

- the problem with Yanks, right?

- Yeah, everyone hates Americans.

I get it. I'm an evil imperialist.

You don't play rugby,

that's the problem.

Well, yeah, there's that, but it's

also 'cause you're f***ing loud.

- You're loud. I played soccer.

- Whole nation is loud.

I played soccer in elementary school

and I drink... I drink well.

No, you can't.

You have... I've barely seen you

drink five of those.

- That's not enough for you?

- No, I'm afraid not.

F***ing embarrassing

is what you are, mate.

- All right.

- Oh, look at this.

- All right, I'll get the next round.

- Yeah, go on, mate. Nice one.

Thanks, Evan.

We saw each other earlier

and if I stared any longer

without saying hi,

I'd be the creepy dude gawking.

Oh, sh*t. English?

I need a drink.

Well, come sit with me and my friends.

Leave with me.

Yeah.

I have to get this round first and...

I'd rather go home with you now,

but if you like boys more...

Really?

Come on.

- What are you doing?

- Trying to have fun.

Are you a prostitute?

You want me to be?

Are you gonna rob me?

No, you look poor.

Well, I'm not gonna carry drugs

up my ass for you or your boss.

- Go out with me tomorrow night.

- No.

- 'Cause you're a hooker.

- Because I don't date.

Well, this is a f***ed-up act you have,

but let's say you go home with...

I'd still like to grab coffee

or something sometime

'cause I think you're the most

attractive person I've ever seen.

But that doesn't outweigh

that you might be a mental patient

and I gotta make sure you're

the kind of crazy I can deal with.

You made this so much more

complicated than it needs to be.

Bottle of wine tomorrow night.

No... no!

Maybe?

Right.

Oh, no.

Oh, no. You fumbled.

But if you're looking

for someone to play

the f***ing long game with

come over here, bruv.

Sam will help you out.

Sam will let you f*** him.

I hate these guys.

- Oi!

- Hey!

You went pint for pint last night, son.

- I'm f***ing proud of you.

- Well done, son, well done.

- I did?

- Nope.

Oi, we're leaving, mate.

- Okay.

- Yeah, it's too expensive.

We're going to Amsterdam.

- All right.

- You want to come?

No.

All right. Good times, mate.

Good times. Good times.

Yeah, take care of yourself, son.

Okay.

Scusa.

Scusa?

Um, buongiorno.

Buongiorno.

Um, English?

A little.

Is this room still available?

- Have you ever work on farm?

- No.

- Okay.

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