[To Simon] Oh, Jesus, no! There's puss seeping out of my cock! One of those three girls, or the girl I shagged in the toilets at the club, one of them had poor personal hygiene! This is a catastrophe of tsunami-like proportions! No girl in her right mind's going to have sex with that.
You should ask that Daisy girl to cure you.
Right. She wants to cure the world, she can start with my cock.
DDaisy
It's Nathan, right?
Yeah, I just wanted to swing by, you know, say hi, as one superhero to another.
DDaisy
That's really sweet of you.
And look at you, with your wonderful, amazing power. I saw what you did with that guy in the wheelchair. That's like curing two normal people. Double points. And so... I was wondering... if you could maybe help me out with a small, personal affliction of my own.
DDaisy
Of course. What is it?
Well... I appear to have contracted a sexually transmitted disease of some kind. I honestly don't know how I got it.
DDaisy
I'm sorry. I don't do sexually transmitted diseases.
DDaisy
Because of the rubbing. Go to the doctors. They'll give you some antibiotics.
How long will that take to work? See, out there, there are a load of drunken girls just staggering around, waiting to be shagged. Do you really want to disappoint them?
DDaisy
I'm sorry. I'm just not prepared to spend my life rubbing other people's genitalia.
Oh, come on. Just give it a quick rub. It's lovely and clean. It's pine-forest fresh.
DDaisy
I'm not going to rub your cock!
DDaisy
It's not going to happen. Okay?
That's fair enough. I suppose I only have myself and that dirty bitch I had sex with to blame. [Referring to trophy] What's that?
DDaisy
That's my Mother Teresa Young Humanitarian of the Year Award. It's for the charity work I did in India.
Good for you, and good for Mumma Teresa. God rest her beautiful soul. I think I'm going to win that next year myself.
[Over the accidental death of Daisy] It was an accident! She was rubbing my cock! She started foaming at the mouth and then she tripped and impaled herself on her Mother Teresa Young Humanitarian of the Year Award. I know it sounds unlikely... but there it is.
The police are going to want to interview you again, but they seem to be satisfied that Daisy's death was an accident.
[Throws up hands and breathes sigh of relief] Oh! Oh! [Collapses in chair] Thank you! I just want to say... it's a tragedy. And no-one is more upset about this than me. But what's done is done. I think we should all move on, huh? Stronger, fitter, wiser. [Pulls out bra from underneath him]
This could only happen to you.
She was going to cure the world.
There's only so many times I can say I'm sorry! And if you're so cut up about it, why don't you... [makes inhales sharply while making rapid hand movements] and fix this entire situation?
You know it doesn't work like that!
I'm getting pretty sick of hearing that!
[Kicks Nathan's chair] Prick!
You fuck up like this again, and I will finish you.
[Sits at bar] So being Santa sucks a big fat cock. Two pints of lager please, barmaid.
Are you going to pay for them?
Oh, come on! I've been working for the council, scraping up dog shit.
That's thirsty work. [To Simon] So how did it all go so right for you? You end up with a cool flat and a beautiful girlfriend?
I think it's dead romantic, I do.
I think I liked it better when you suffered from a crippling shyness.
[Lunges forward] No way! No more free drink! [Nathan grabs pint and downs it in one gulp] You're such a prick. [To Alisha] You're going to get us both sacked!
Do you really want to spend the rest of your life working in some shitty bar?
Then I'm doing you a favour! [Holds up glass] Refill!
[Enters bar] This is fucking ridiculous! I had to walk all the way back from the other side of the estate.
[To Curtis] Have you got my knickers? [Nathan attempts to peer upskirt] Want a look?!
I wouldn't mind. After all, it is nearly Christmas.
[Walking in recreation centre hallway with pregnant Marnie fiddling with a cigarette] I really wouldn't do that if I were you. That's how babies get turned into dwarfs.
And this baby of yours, who's the dad?
I'll know when it comes out. Depends if it's white or black or Chinese or...French.
Those brown babies are very cute. And I like a Chinese baby as much as the next man.
Me too. Whoever the dad is, he's not around.
So you're all alone in the world, apart from the living organism growing inside you?
We should probably go for a drink. Swap some funny stories. See if we have similar tastes and interests.
Overcome some emotional hurdles.
And have a few huge rows.
"What did you do, you stupid prick?!"
"I'm sorry, baby, I didn't know we were exclusive and she had massive tits! It'll never happen again!"
We'll make up and before you know what's happened, I've trapped you in a serious relationship.
That would be the conventional way to do it.
There's just one problem; I can't drink.
So... I guess we should skip all that other stuff and get straight down to the shagging. [They vigorously make love]