:17:06
Haven't got any mates.
:17:08
GAZ: Listen, we just saved
your fucking life...
:17:10
so don't tell us
we're not your mates, all right?
:17:14
Really?
:17:15
DAVE: yeah. I'd run you down
soon as look at you.
:17:20
Oh, cheers.
:17:22
Ta.
:17:27
Thanks a lot.
:17:41
[Gasping for breath]
:17:46
-What are you doing, Mum?
-Where have you been?
:17:48
LOMPER: Driving.
:17:52
MOTHER: Driving where?
:17:53
LOMPER: Just driving.
:17:55
MOTHER: I thought you'd gone.
:17:58
GAZ: Security guard in here?
:18:00
No wonder
he wants to kill himself.
:18:02
DAVE:
At least one bloke got a job...
:18:04
out of this place
being shut down.
:18:07
What did you tell him for,
any road? Kid's a nutter.
:18:10
GAZ: He's a bugle player.
:18:13
Could come in right handy.
Might need a bit of music.
:18:16
He's got a car...
:18:18
somewhere to practice.
:18:21
Besides, good what's-its-name
for the lad--therapy.
:18:24
DAVE: Oh, aye, jiggling about
in the buff, therapy.
:18:28
He won't be the only one
trying to kill himself...
:18:31
if you carry on
with this caper.
:18:33
NATHAN: Dad, I'm hungry.
:18:35
GAZ: Eh up.
:18:36
[Car horn honks]
:18:44
DAVE: Hey, Lomper...
:18:46
where's me rice?
:18:48
Try the cylinder head, tubby.
:18:52
NATHAN: I don't like Chinese.
:18:54
GAZ:
Of course you do, don't you?
:18:57
DAVE: Let's see his records.
:18:59
GAZ: What we got, then, Dave?