all right lads? how's things? how's it going, soap? cooking all right? where's that son of mine?
go on.
yes?
and?
harry, that boy doesn't know his arsehole from his ear-hole, or you from a hoodwink. this bar is mine, and he has nothing to do with it.
and you do have a reputation, so i'll choose my words carefully. but not to put too fine a point on it, fuck yourself, harry!
chris. you come to collect something, chris? should i have something for you?
can i help?
yes?
well, i suggest you speak to him, then.