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Matt, Matt, wait up. Hey, Matt, sorry l'm late. Are we early?

- No idea, I've lost my watch. - Wow, you never do that sort of thing.

I know. My mind's elsewhere,

what with Irene and her Spanish cousin and everything.

Irene's hot. Man, I envy you.

You can take girls anywhere. I haven't got a bean.

I haven't got a bean But my shoes are clean

- What the hell's that? - Oh, it's just an old song.

Anyhoo, not having cash, it sucks like a fuckity-suck.

It's not about cash, you fool, it's about manners.

What do you mean?

Well, a man's got to watch his mouth these days.

The ladies don't like the effing and the jeffing that you're so fond of.

- The what? - Cursing.

Well, what about that girl you took me to see in Soho?

I mean, all you did was eff and Jeff.

- That was different. - Why?

- She was a prostitute. - Oh,yeah.

What the hump was the name of that club, anyway?

Oh, God, yeah. On the corner of Berwick Street.

Rick, what's the name of that tom shop on the corner of Berwick Street?

- Oh, fuck. The Purple... - No, the Blue Leopard.

- What did you just say? - The Blue Leopard.

That's it. The Blue Leopard.

Hey, he just effed.

Of course I did. I'm a fucking priest, ain't I?

Oh, Christ.

I can't be in love in this plastic

To live on my own just seems tragic

But we'll raise ourselves high when our day comes

We thought it was gold but it was bronze

So get here in time when our day comes

You thought it was gold but it was bronze

- Hey, do you wanna play pool after this? - No.

- Why not? - Because I've got "poolsey".

Hmm.

Hey, how come that dude looks exactly like you?

Because that dude is Sir Charles Berry, you idiot.

A great-uncle and founder member of this club.

And more importantly, he's the reason why we get to sit here

-and sip whisky all day. Say cheers. - Cheers, Chuck.

Your mail, gentlemen.

Of course we're male gentlemen. Are there any other kind?

- Very good, sir. - You're the best, Ken.

Sweet! Another royalty cheque from my mom's estate.

Thanks, Mom. She's dead, you know.

A royalty cheque, you say? So you must be in money.

- You fancy a game of darts? - Sure.

- For cash? - Sure. Is it complicated?

It's a piece of piss.

Hey, is this all you have to do? This is fucking easy.

I could do this all day.

Well done.

So, who the hell was your mother?

Ricky from the office reckons she was some kind of famous singer.

Yet you always insist on keeping mum, if you'll pardon the pun.

Hey, how'd you do that?

Wait, my mom's dead, alright? Let's just leave it at that.

Karen Carpenter. It's gotta be Karen Carpenter.

No. Do I look like Karen Carpenter?

- Go on, Matt! - Roseanne Barr.

She's alive, ass-dick. Could you just drop it, please?

- Absolutely. Janis Joplin. - Fuck you.

I win. $1,000, which happens to be

the exact same amount that's written on this royalty cheque.

Sorry, Momma.

I know l'm not supposed to say this on the first date, but...

I really, really like you.

I know l'm not supposed to say this, either,

-but I really, really like you, too. - That's great.

'Cause I didn't know, you know. I thought...

In fact, I like you so much, I don't think we should even kiss

until we get married, which should be tonight.

We could check into a youth hostel,

because I don't have any money, I lost it all in a darts game,

and we could make wild, passionate love.

Blindfolded, of course, because I have full-blown shingles growing up my ass.

And then I could quit my job.

And then I could steal a pig and kill it with a stick.

And you could cook it. I don't know if you cook or not.

- That's optional.. - Okay. Did you see what you did there?

You started out great when you said, "I like you."

Do you remember what you did after that?

Not really, it was kind of a haze.

Yeah, you mentioned the full-blown shingles and killing the pig.

- Oh, yeah. - Yeah. That's not good.

Oh, is that paté?

- Yeah, knock yourself out. - Mmm.

Hi. I was wondering if a girl called Natasha worked here.

I phoned about some silver cowboy boots.

I could be wrong, it may be the shop across the street,

- thinking about it. - I can only really answer questions

relating to items I have on order or here in the shop.

Yeah, but you could quickly tell me

if a girl called Natasha has or has not ever worked here, surely.

Like I've just tried to make clear to you,

I can only help with matters regarding

current or forthcoming stock available in this shop.

Do you know what, mate? Forget it. You're obviously rushed off your feet,

and I should've had more manners than to have bothered you in the first place.

- Don't mention it. - Excellent.

Another day, another dick.

- What did you just say? - Well, unless I've contracted malaria

and gone deaf, I believe you heard every word I said.

Shit!

- Okay, you wanna jazz-dance, prick? - Yeah.

- You got your tap shoes on? - Yeah.

- You want some more? - No.

I'm a rapper with a baby

With a baby

I got a little bitty motherfucking baby

Don't say maybe

He's got a baby

He got it 'cause he did it with a lady

I rap with my baby in the coffee shop

I rap with my baby in the parking lot

I'm rapping with my baby in a cocaine den

I rap all day with my baby And I'd do it again

Don't say maybe

We got some babies

We got 'em 'cause we did it with some ladies

Don't say maybe

We got some babies

We got 'em 'cause we did it with some ladies

Listen to this.

"A fellow walks into a labour exchange to look for work.

"The man behind the counter asks him if he can make a cup of tea.

"Yes", the fellow says. "Can you drive a forklift truck?"

"A forklift truck? Well, how big's the fucking teapot?"

- That's a bit strong for a broadsheet. - Yeah. Hoo-ha.

- What the hell's the matter with you? - Look, I think we're in the shit, man.

I can't stop thinking about that couple at the Blue Leopard last night.

I can't sleep, it's so terrible.

I need someone I can talk to.

Thanks a lot, man. I gotta piss.

Not that one, it's out of order! Use the other door.

You're so brazen, you really are. I love it.

Who the hell are you?

Who the fuck are you? And where's the john?

Alright, old boy, it's alright.

My name is Sir Charles Berry,

and this rough and ready diamond is my man servant Wormwood.

- And you are, sir? - I'm Rich.

It's been a pleasure, but I gotta piss and get back to my pie.

Hey, you look like the guy in the painting in the club.

And you look like Ken.

- I think it might have worked, sir. - I think you may be right.

I think you may be right! Now, Mr Rich, I don't mean to alarm you,

but I think you may have been sent back in time.

I'm imagining by my great-great-nephew Matt, would I be correct?

No, I was just talking to Matt. I was telling him how I was in the shit

and that I gotta piss, and he told me to go through this door.

And to tell you the truth, that's where I am right now.

I feel like the biggest dick in London.

Hey, are we on the Ghost Channel? Fuck!

Mr Rich, tell me something.

Does everybody curse with such vigour in your times,

or are you suffering from some kind of malady?

Like I said, I'm in the shit.

I did something real bad and I can't tell anybody about it.

Well, you're amongst friends here, sir.

Well, you see, it's really disgusting.

Oh. Very well Wormwood, would you be so kind as to secure some refreshments

- for our good selves and Mr Rich? - My pleasure, sir.

Thanking you. So, Mr Rich, what caused this depression?

In your own time.