Who can't? You might find that
he's bigger than what you think.

More chance of gettin' struck by lightnin'.
Shut yer face. I'm fed up of it. It's every
Saturday night. I get ready, you're at me.

And I always go out in
a bloomin' mess and all upset.

Gettin' too big for yer boots,
thinking you own t'house.

You don't own it yet, yer know.
- No. I will do one day, though, won't I?
- Over my dead body.

- That's what I says, I'll own it one day.
- I'm sick on it, Jud. I am, pig sick.

I work every day, and every Saturday
night I go for a drink and you upset me.

- I don't think I'll go, I'm that fed up.
- I'll not miss yer.

You'll not miss nowt, will you?
You'll be out there.

- Yeah.
- Aye.

By, what a smart-lookin' kid int' mirror.
Some bird's gonna be lucky tonight.

Listen to God's gift to woman.
Fancy buying me
a brandy and pep tonight?

Aye. Hope it keeps fine for yer.
These could have done
with a bit of a polish.

Still, never mind, it's gonna be dark soon.
What you gonna do
with yerself tonight, love?

Read me book.
Oh, look at t'time. Five to seven.
I'm gonna be late again.

Listen, Billy, there's two bob here. Chuck?
Get yerself some pop
and some crisps. D'yer hear?

- And don't still be up when I come in.
- No.

G'night, then.
# I came home unexpectedly
# And caught her crying needlessly
# In the middle of the day
# And it was in the early spring
when flowers bloom and robins sing

# She went away