1:18:01
- I can't see a thing.
- I'm alright, I'm not hurt.
1:18:06
- Not a scratch on you.
- Fucking Geordies, I piss on them.
1:18:14
- (JOHN): Fucking yes!
- (MARTIN): Yes!
1:18:18
- (MARTIN): Shadwell!
- (JOHN): Wankers!
1:18:32
- Fucking hell, John! No!
- It's alright, Lynda.
1:18:35
It's someone else's blood.
1:18:40
Look at you.
Covered in bruises, like a bad spud.
1:18:45
When Mart pulled me out and I saw
the blood, I thought I was a goner.
1:18:48
I thought: "Fuck me, what a wanky waste!"
1:18:52
We ain't got time. I want a life,
I want kids. Make something.
1:18:58
- Turns out I wasn't even scratched.
- Well, some poor sod was.
1:19:02
Yeah. Goes with the territory, doesn't it?
1:19:07
You said you've got a kid, John. John...
1:19:32
Alright, what?
1:19:35
What?!
1:19:38
Don't shout at us.
1:19:41
I walk in, and it's like
I've got some fucking disease.
1:19:45
What, am I a Gooner, some leper?
1:19:49
What the fuck is it? What's wrong with me?
1:19:52
We have been wondering...
1:19:58
Trevor?