Trespass Against Us Page #4

Mama.

Mama!

And we actually

removed a bay window

and we found it under there

and I've had it ever since,

but my husband just keeps

saying it's a bit of old tat.

But I just thought, well,

I'll bring it along.

Bit of old tat.

Have you worn

this bit of old tat?

What does that say, Ty?

Ha ha, you can't read!

- Read it to him, Tyson.

- You little div.

Oi, that hurts.

Um, no, I just liked it,

and I just-

I just kept it.

Are you coming, then, or what?

- I'm coming.

- You're not going anywhere.

A Collier de chien, a dog's

collar ornament, in diamonds...

Eight grand.

Eight grand for that?

F*** off.

Eight or nine thousand pounds.

Pff.

Oh, my god.

Come on, then, Chad.

Let's gel.

Listen, Kenny, I don't know

anything what Colby's on about.

I never worked a Sunday

in my life.

Calls himself Christian.

You wants to do it,

you go and do it.

Me, I'm not into that sh*t

no more.

Just want a quiet life, me.

No troubles.

What the f*** you on about?

You can't sit 'round here

all night.

Come on, Chad.

Sort it out, mush.

What's the matter with you?

Nothing.

- Just says it.

- Might as well go.

I know you wanna go anyway.

Just f***ing go.

I'm staying here

with my family tonight.

It's our anniversary.

That's bollocks. I know

it's not your anniversary.

- It is now.

- Ty, your dad's flapping.

- What's happened to him, mush?

- F*** off, Kenny.

I know what you're doing.

Just f*** off.

Sampson says you're on strike.

You a f***ing miner now or what?

Kenny's jobbing this one, col.

He just said so.

- What the f*** are you on about?

- I never.

- Kenny's on it, col.

- Is he f***.

Tyson's got more chance

of bossing it.

What do you say, then, Ty?

Wanna go on a job?

Yeah? Bit of driving?

Yeah.

Can I have a fag

for our mum, please?

Go on, piss off.

Where's fat c*nt Norman?

- Norman!

- Leave him alone, mush.

- Where's windows?

- Choring us a motor.

- You been drinking, mush?

- I might have had a few ciders.

You're off your head,

you are, Samp.

Shut up flapping, lest.

On and on.

- He's got slippers on, Chad.

- He's got slippers on, Chad.

Ty, you little f***ing devil.

Stop being a Dinlo, Sampson.

All right,

who's gonna get the petrol?

Not me.

Right, lest, get me 40 fags

as well.

Why is it me

who's gotta get his face on TV?

'Cause you's

the most good-looking.

For f***'s sake, Chad.

Just 'cause Norman ain't here.

- Bye, lest.

- F*** off.

I swear on the mother's c*nt,

them pills Lester's on,

they're no good

for no one, mush.

Made him worser if anything.

I took one once.

Dreamt I sucked off a dog...

spunk an' all.

- What were it?

- Were anti depressives.

No, what were the dog?

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