“Watch your fucking mouth!”

“watch your mouth”

“Shtting fucking hell! I slap my hand over my lips to stop my mental explicit language from falling out of my mouth.”

“Steve, you want to be thanking all that's fucking holy I've got my girl in my arms, because if I didn't, the cleaners would be scooping up your remains for a fucking year.”

“You better stop with the blah-fucking-zay shit now, or I'll shove this fork so far up your arse, you'll be chewing metal. What question are you considering?”

“No fucking about. I want inside you now. You fuck about, I swear to God...’ He’s deadly serious.”

“Mouth.”