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Dave: You're fucking mad, you are, getting chucked out. You should have stayed around. You would've been well in.
Jimmy: What d'you mean?
Dave: She was all on her Jack Jones, wasn't she?
Jimmy: Steph?
Dave: Yeah. Fucking Fenton gets off with this beatnik chick. And she's all on her own, ain't she. Well, I'll tell you, I would've been up her like a fuckin' ferret. Well, if I hadn't know that you and her were so...
Jimmy: So what? I ain't gone on her, you know.
Dave: Leave it out, everybody knows you fancy her. I reckon she's a right good bunk-up, lads.
Jimmy: Oh, you animal!
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Mother: Drugs and filthy pictures! Running riot everywhere! You're a little animal, you are. You wanna be locked up! I've done my best, look what I've got for it! A bloody mad thing! You're a little savage! Get out of my house! Go on! Get out!
Jimmy: All right.
Mother: You're no son of mine!
P.H. Moriarty
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