Deadly kick for a fat fucker, you know that? Cheeky bastard.
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It's all arranged. You just got to pick it up.
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It's an unlicensed boxing match. It's not a tickling competition. These lads are out to hurt each other.
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Mad Fist went mad... ...and The Gun shot himself.
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Listen, you fucking fringe, if I throw a dog a bone... ...I don't want to know if it tastes good. Stop me again whilst I'm walking and I'll cut your fucking jacobs off.
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-You got some tars on you. -Fuck off, Darren.
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And we have to get rid of these bodies.
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-What you think I'm doing? -Well, don't, Tone. You been using dog shit for toothpaste?
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Why can't you find me Franky, Doug?
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Why the fuck...
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You just tell him who's in charge.
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I am not in here to make a fucking bet.
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...shoot the bastards.
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...a plastic bag, a roll of tape and a pack of hungry pigs. You're a ruthless little cunt, Liam. I'll give you that. But I got no time for grouses. Feed him to the pigs, Errol. What the fuck are you two looking at?
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-Hope we get a better show this time. -This will make up for it.
