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I'll give you everything that you want...
if you tell me what you need.
You alright?
Alright nothing. What do you think you're wearing?
Where do you think you're going out dressed like that?
Look, I'm just going out, Mum, alright?
What do you mean, you're going out dressed like that?
You ain't going out dressed like that. You look like a fucking whore!
- I'm going out. - You look like a fucking whore!
It takes one to know one.
Who you think you're talking to? You don't call me a whore!
You come back here now!
Where the fuck do you think you're going?
Come back here now you fucking bitch!
God!
John!
Wait up!
Alright, babe. How did you get on?
What you wearing that for? Everyone's fucking staring at you.
So what? You should be pleased.
- Have you got any money? - A bit, why?
- Enough for some puff? - No, I ain't got enough for puff.
I thought we could go out tonight: the pictures or something.
I don't feel like it.
- Come on, you must have some money. - Money don't grow on trees you know.
Just gimme some money.
You have to find it first...
Don't mess about!
Alright, alright.
You could try smiling sometimes.
Alright, mate.
Wait here, babe.
Here you are, love. Have a seat.
Cheers.
Cheers.
- Come on then. Let's go. - Alright then.
- Get lost, boys. - Fuck off!
- Eh? Come on, get lost. - Fuck off! ... You fucking paedy!
-Eh? - Fuck you, you paedy. - What you think you doing?
Fucking get lost you little cheeky cunt. Fuck off!
Fuck you! Fuck off! Knobsucker! Kiss my chuddies!
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