cheers.
yeah.
right.
and you might get the fucking job.
nightmare.
my problem is that i tend to clam up. i go dumb and i can't answer any questions at all. nerves on the big occasion, like a footballer.
a little dab of speed is just the ticket.
no, actually i went to craignewton but i was worried that you wouldn't have heard of it so i put the royal edinburgh college instead, because they're both schools, right, and we're all in this together, and i wanted to put across the general idea rather than the details, yeah? people get all hung up on details, but what's the point? like which school? does it matter? why? when? where? or how many o grades did i get? could be six, could be one, but that's not important. what's important is that i am, right? that i am.
only to get my foot in the door. showing initiative, right?
hey. right. no problem. whatever you say, man. you're the man, the governor, the dude in the chair, like. i'm merely here. but obviously i am. here, that is. i hope i'm not talking too much. i don't usually. i think it's all important though, isn't it?
in a word, pleasure. my pleasure in other people's leisure.
i love people. all people. even people that no one else loves, i think they're ok, you know. like beggars.
no, not homeless people. beggars, francis begbie -- one of my mates. i wouldn't say my best mate, i mean, sometimes the boy goes over the score, like one time when we -- me and him -- were having a laugh and all of a sudden he's fucking gubbed me in the face, right --
no. well, yes. i have to admit it: i'm a perfectionist. for me, it's the best or nothing at all. if things go badly, i can't be bothered, but i have a good feeling about this interview. seems to me like it's gone pretty well. we've touched on a lot of subjects, a lot of things to think about, for all of us.
the pleasure was mine. best interview i've ever been to. thanks.
a little too well, if anything, a little too well, that's my only fear, compadre.
would not say no, would not say no.
no joy yet.
six weeks.
it's a nightmare. she told me she didn't want our relationship to start on a physical basis as that is how it would be principally defined from then on in.
she read it in cosmopolitan.
i've got balls like watermelons, i'm telling you.
that's fair enough.
went ballistic?
so what's it going to be?
morning, gail. morning, mrs. houston, mr. houston.
sorry about last night -
i had a little too much to drink. i'm afraid i had a slight accident.
no, i'll wash them. i'll take them home and bring them back.
it's no problem.
i'd really rather take care of it myself.
i guess this means i'll never get to have sex with gail.
what?
but where?
i don't know, tommy. i don't know if it's.  normal.
calm down, calm down. it's going to be all right, everything's going to be just fine.
hey, go easy, lady. the boy's got a habit to support.
every time i think of tommy i think of australian, because every time i went round he was just lying there, junked out of his mind, watching aussie soaps. until he sold the telly, of course, then he was just lying there. buy every time i think of him, i still think of australia.
i want the money, mark, that's all.
i don't know, maybe i'll buy something for my ma, and then buy some good speed, no bicarb like, then get a girl, take her out like, and treat her -- properly.
no, i don't mean like that -- i mean something nice, like, that's all --
i got the last one.
are you serious?
jesus christ.
you've stabbed me, man.
i've got to get to the hospital, man.