:16:01
Once we have the formula,
we could make this stuff in a kitchen.
:16:04
We don't even need Durant.
:16:06
Look. You see that?
:16:11
That's tomorrow. Blokes are shagging
their mothers-in-law to get a ticket
:16:14
and I'm getting two from Mr. Durant.
:16:16
So unless you can shite out
a couple of tickets on the spot,
:16:20
I suggest you shut the fuck up.
:16:22
But this is a unique
window of opportunity for you.
:16:25
- We are talking telephone numbers !
- Ah, enough. Take care of him.
:16:28
He's gettng on my fuckn' tits
:16:30
We're going to be ate boss
:16:31
Fuck the Yank. Let him wait.
:16:34
When you walk...
:16:38
Through a storm
:16:40
Hold your head up high
:16:45
Glory, glory, Man United
:16:49
Glory, glory, Man United
:16:52
Glory, glory, Man United
:16:55
And the Reds go marching on, on, on!
:16:59
Boys and girls of Manchester!
:17:03
- Just popped over from er...Liverpool...
- Fuckin' wanker!
:17:07
..to invite you to a game of footy tomorrow.
:17:10
What the fuckin' hell's that, you twat?
:17:11
But I'm fuckin' fucked
if you pricks are going to win it.
:17:16
Come on, then, mate. Keep up the spirit.
:17:22
Someone get that fucking thing out!
:17:24
Young man, get off the bloody green!
:17:35
- Where the fuck have you been?
- Round the block.
:17:37
Drive, quick!
:17:48
Let's go meet the Yankee muppet.
:17:52
Where's Lawrence?
Where's he gone? We're late.
:17:55
- Well, he's...
- You left him at the pub. Twat!
:17:58
- But you said...
- Go back.