“Love? Sodding, bloody, tossing, bloody, sodding, bloody love? Irrelevant, superfluous, bloody, ruddy, rotten, sodding love? What ho? Wherefore? What the f*ck? Love?”

“Thank bloody Christ this is the right bloke. Wicked difficult getting the sod.”

“There's always a bloody ghost.”

“Of course they won't bloody remember, they'll be dead.' Then she called him a name in a dead language that translated, roughly, to 'poop on a stick,' but sounded more succinct, like this: 'Of course they won't bloody remember, they'll be dead, Poopstick.”

“Kieran will you sod off with that mascara and eyeliner before I end up looking like a bloody panda!”

“People think I'm a miserable sod but it's only because I get asked such bloody miserable questions.”

“Morning, noon & bloody night,Seven sodding days a week,I slave at filthy WORK, that mightBe done by any book-drunk freak.This goes on until I kick the bucket.FUCK IT FUCK IT FUCK IT FUCK IT”