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:20:00
Wankers! Fuck off!
:20:03
- Have I seen you before somewhere?
- The Rock's our local.

:20:06
- Must be it, then?
- How long've you been going here?

:20:09
- A couple of years. And you?
- Born and bred, since schooldays.

:20:13
- Wouldn't put up with them otherwise.
- You fucking Arsenal scum!

:20:17
You go up for a pint
and end up with a load of Gooners.

:20:21
Nick, mate. Duck...
:20:24
(UNDISTINGUISHABLE SHOUTING)
:20:29
- Gumbo, is it your round or what?
- It's my shout.

:20:32
No, let Ponce-Bonce get them.
:20:34
- It's alright, I got paid today.
- (NIK): Yeah? Makes a fucking change.

:20:38
(MARTIN): Mind the table, Gumbo.
:20:41
90 nicker a week he makes.
Packing jars of gherkins into boxes.

:20:46
He's fucking useless.
:20:49
Last year his old girl pops her clogs.
He falls apart.

:20:52
Can't boil an egg, fries himself
changing a light bulb.

:20:56
He's a silly runt. Every time he gets
into a ruck he loses another tooth.

:21:00
We're running a book
as to when he loses his last one.

:21:03
I'm down for September,
so I'm looking after him 'til then.

:21:10
Gumbo!
:21:13
- We fucking love you, Gumbo.
- About fucking time.

:21:30
- That's it, you're nicked!
- You heard nothing, alright?

:21:35
- What's the matter with you?
- Sorry, John.

:21:43
(ALL):# Shadwell never, never, never
shall lose face

:21:47
# Though you hate us we couldn't give a toss
:21:50
Shadwell always, always, always are the boss

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