“Thank bloody Christ this is the right bloke. Wicked difficult getting the sod.”
“Love? Sodding, bloody, tossing, bloody, sodding, bloody love? Irrelevant, superfluous, bloody, ruddy, rotten, sodding love? What ho? Wherefore? What the f*ck? Love?”
“People think I'm a miserable sod but it's only because I get asked such bloody miserable questions.”
“Kieran will you sod off with that mascara and eyeliner before I end up looking like a bloody panda!”
“I'll save me money, thanks. Already diagnosed meself, anyway. I'm a cactus.''Cactus? Right. Great work, there, Doc. I'm glad you're not my bloody doctor.”
“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”