:08:00
I'm sorry.
Not at all.
:08:04
I'll take these off.
:08:08
Just a trim?
Yes. Nothing too flashy.
:08:12
You're not going dancing?
No, I'm a pastor.
:08:16
I'll cut you like a pastor, then.
That'd be fine.
:08:19
A nice moon and
a monk-like wreath of hair.
:08:24
That'd be fine.
:08:26
I wonder whether you could ... avoid
pouring water down my neck?
:08:32
I'm sorry.
:08:33
That's all right.
Oh, damn ..
:08:35
Whoops, sorry, you're a pastor!
:08:37
If we just dry you ...
:08:50
Dad?
Serve them in here.
:08:54
I'll fix you a sandwich.
Just give me the rum truffles.
:08:58
There weren't any more.
Yeah, you went and dropped them.
:09:04
You're fucking useless.
:09:06
I'm only allowed
to take any that are left over.
:09:10
If I was dead you could hump
some no-good every night -
:09:14
without having
to consider anyone else.
:09:21
Hazel nut cream and marzipan.
:09:24
Shall I make you a sandwich?
:09:26
I don't know.
You've forgotten the salt beef.
:09:30
No, I haven't.
:09:33
You think I rot away here
for my own sake?
:09:37
Did you ever hear me asking to
sit here staring myself to death?
:09:43
You go, then.
What?
:09:46
If I hadn't stayed here
when your mother fucked off -
:09:49
you'd still be sitting on the floor
in a soaking nappy.
:09:53
And what thanks do I get?
"Go get your own salt beef!"
:09:58
You've got a bloody nerve!
Why don't you leave like your mum?