:05:02
Hey, this one doesn't speak
neither, love.
:05:04
You could go out, you two,
for a silent night, holy night.
:05:07
Or stop at home for a bleeding quiet
night in. Be a real riot, that would.
:05:13
What did I say?
What did I say?
:05:15
Eh, look at the red on him now.
Lookie. Oh, dear.
:05:21
Aye, you see, that's all you get
when she's upset...
:05:23
crappaty records
full-bloody blast.
:05:27
Hey, you! Trash the calypso!
:05:44
Right. We're all done.
:05:46
- I'll just ring through
and test the line.
- Oh!
:05:48
Oh, let me do it. Let me. Let me.
:05:51
What's the number again?
Oh, no. Don't tell me. I remember.
:05:54
Start of the war,
Bobby Moore.
:05:56
Thirty-nine, sixty-six
and me age, twenty-eight.
:06:00
What are you laughin' at?
:06:04
Music.
:06:06
Music ringin'
in my bloody ears.
:06:10
Hello, me.
:06:40
Stupid, isn't it?
:06:43
Cooped up there in the dark
all day, like a friggin' bird
trapped in the rafters.
:06:47
Hey, steady on.
Billy's fond of his birds.
:06:49
Ah, well, I didn't think he looked
like the shirt-liftin' type somehow.
:06:53
No, feathered variety...
pigeons and that.
:06:55
What?
Oh, frig me, no!
:06:58
I can't be doin' with that.