“Kieran will you sod off with that mascara and eyeliner before I end up looking like a bloody panda!”
“Love? Sodding, bloody, tossing, bloody, sodding, bloody love? Irrelevant, superfluous, bloody, ruddy, rotten, sodding love? What ho? Wherefore? What the f*ck? Love?”
“At least she hadn’t bothered to put any mascara on this morning; otherwise, shewould certainly have serious panda eyes and look even more frightful.”
“Shut up, sod off, and let me in. (Fury)”
“Sod off, you hopeless prude.”
“Thank bloody Christ this is the right bloke. Wicked difficult getting the sod.”