The Crying Game
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:16:09
Take out my wallet.
:16:18
Open it.
:16:20
Inside there's a picture.
:16:24
No, not that one.
:16:28
There's another.
:16:33
Now, she's my type.
:16:38
She'd be anybody's type.
Don't you think of it, fucker.

:16:41
Why not?
She's mine.

:16:44
Anyway, she wouldn't suit you.
:16:47
No?
Absolutely not.

:16:52
Is she your wife?
:16:55
I guess
You could say that.

:16:57
You make a nice couple.
Don't I know it.

:17:02
So what were you
Fuckin' around for then?

:17:05
You fuckers set me up.
:17:08
That- that bitch.
Ah-ah- ah.

:17:12
She's a friend of mine.
:17:18
Okay.
That nice lady.

:17:22
She meets me in a bar.
:17:24
I'm thinkin' to myself:
:17:27
"what the fuck
am I doin' here anyway?"

:17:30
What the fuck were you doin' here?
I got sent.

:17:33
- you could've said no.
- can't once I signed up.

:17:36
- why did you sign up?
- it was a job.

:17:40
Ah, yeah, a job.
:17:41
So I get sent to
The one place in the world...

:17:44
Where they call you "nigger"
To your face.

:17:47
Shouldn't take it personally.
:17:50
"go back to
Your banana tree, nigger."

:17:56
There's no use tellin' 'em
I come from tottenham.


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