Twin Town Page #4

Oy Bryn.

You put this old schlamonga up here...

I'm not putting my name

to this job. Right?

- I can't be seen...

- Oy Fatty...

your name's got bog all to do

with this job, right?

Just keep those boards up...

take the 30 nicker I'm bunging you

and try to remember...

you're working for Cartwright

roofing not the Salvation Army.

Now get on with it!

And you two plonkers can

look lively and all!

Couple of f***ing slugs,

the pair of you!

- F***ing Cowboy!

- F***ing starving me.

Shut up and pass me

a piece of two and a half.

- That's dodgy as f***, Fatty.

- I know it is. Come and hold it.

- I'm busy man.

- Where's that two and a half?

No, you got to

get it over here man.

- I can't come closer, can I?

- Of course you f***ing can.

- I can't man.

- What's happening?

Help!

I'm going!

Hang on.

You f***ing twat!

- Bollocks!

- For f***'s sake.

Come on!

What the f*** are you looking at!

You little c*nt, move on.

F*** off you wanker!

Right then.

- F*** off!

- You f*** off!

- Leave him alone.

- F*** about with me, you prick?

- Hey leave him alone!

- Get the f***.

Detective Terry Walsh.

Swansea West.

Get this f***ing lot off the road

before I book you for obstruction.

Now!

Move it!

That prick is lucky I'm not getting

him for assault on an officer.

- You f***ing bully!

- F***ing move it you Welsh bastards!

Get back in the f***ing car!

For God's sake.

- You're a twat, Terry.

- He hit me.

That was f***ing childish!

And f***ing stupid.

He couldn't be more than ten.

- He was about 14.

- Jesus Christ.

- Chopsey little shite.

- He was a f***ing kid.

- Alright, alright. Don't go on.

- Twat.

Remember you're a f***ing cop

now and again, Terry.

- What are we doing?

- F***ing Lewis twins.

Hurry up, we got to go up the club.

"In the summer time,

when the weather is hot..."

"you can reach right up

and touch the sky."

"When the weather's nice

you got women on your mind."

"Have a drink, have a drive.

Go out and see what you can find."

"If her daddy's rich,

take her out for a meal."

"If her daddy's poor,

just do what you feel."

Oy Dai!

Fatty forgot his f***ing hotdogs.

- What the f*** is that?

- It's a f***ing Cobra!

He's down at the hospital.

Aye, he come off the ladder.

They took him to the hospital

in the ambulance. A lark man!

- F***ing leg, looks like.

- What the f*** are you doing?

Get this car off my

f***ing club now.

Or you'll be joining

your father in the hospital.

Look at the f***ing pitch.

- In the hospital?

- Aye.

With his leg!

Pass us that f***ing piratha,

will you?

Do they have little hospitals

in aircraft carriers, Dad?

- Sick bay, they have.

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