Duration: 33.7s

No, no. You fell off stage at the fifth-year ball fucking around and dislocated your elbow. You've got a scar where they put the metal plate in. I don't have to show you anything, all right? I'm Gary King. I know I'm me. If I'm not me, then how do I know that carved into that beam above your head are the words "King Gary"? But it doesn't say "King Gary". Yes, it does. Doesn't it? No. It says "King Gay". Some cunt scrubbed out the "R"! - That was me. - Why? "King Gay". That means fuck-all anyway. Mr. Shepherd remembered stuff, so did Oliver.