:48:03
Think about it, though.
The Dogs in the First Division.
:48:07
Playing at Anfield, Old Trafford, Highbury...
:48:11
- In your dreams.
- Fuck off, Charlie Bowers.
:48:14
- I'm not some creeping wallflower.
- No, you're more like poison ivy.
:48:18
Get away from this bar, or it's
the Fred Flintstone's for you tonight.
:48:22
Isn't she lovely? And she's mine. All mine.
:48:28
The Fred Flintstone's, Ed?
:48:31
Wilma!
:48:41
- Having another, John?
- What'll it be, boys?
:48:44
You should know,
you've been serving us all night.
:48:46
Whisky, mate. Doubles. Have one yourself.
:48:51
- There's no need for it, John.
- Of course not, Trev.
:49:00
Ta.
:49:03
Here's to it.
:49:15
Marie's looking nice tonight.
:49:27
Did I tell you Moira's left me?
:49:33
We should never have sold Carera.
:49:36
What do you reckon?
A couple more here for appearance's sake,
:49:39
then I'll drop off Marie
and we'll go down The Rock.
:49:42
It's Christmas Eve! Shouldn't you and Marie...
:49:45
Are you up for it?
:49:49
#Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way
:49:52
# Oh, what fun it is to stay
when Shadwell's on their way
:49:56
#Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way