[Police lights go on while they are speeding in a sportscar] Shit! Pull over! Steve, pull over now! I'm gonna lose my apprenticeship!
They'll definitely kick the shit out of us for having a better motor than them!
I shouldn't have let you talk me into this!
PPolice officer
[Walking to vehicle] Won the pools, have we, lads?
PPolice officer
Step out of the vehicle, sir.
All right. [Accelerates away]
You're a fucking lunatic!
Do you want to keep your apprenticeship or not? Right, round this corner, we're gonna jump out, throw on the old cloak of invisibility, and scarper!
You and your bloody cloak of invisibility! It doesn't work, does it?
Oh, it's only cos they can see you, you pillock! [They climb up wall and look down from above at officers investigating idling vehicle] Don't forget, rehearsals tomorrow.
...
You mean... we can rehearse here as long as we want?
WSWally's father
Yep! We're rewiring the entire building. It'll take years.
WSWally's father
Just make sure I get a ride in your Rolls when you're famous. [Walks away]
All right, good news! I've come up with a new name.
What's wrong with the old name?
Yeah, I like "The Strand".
Nah, it's boring. Like Glen's hair.
Ladies and gentlemen, I give you "The Swankers".
"The Swankers"? Sounds like "Wankers".
Why do you get to choose the name?
I can sing better than you can play. I'm the best musician.
You're also a jumped-up little ponce who likes The Beatles and minor diminished 4ths. Oh, yeah. Plus, I nicked all the gear.
Phantom of the Odeon. And, uh... I've written an original.
Oh, it's... It's not actually written down.
Oh! So, when you say you've "written" a song, you mean...
Look, Wally, do you remember that riff we was mucking around with the other day? It was like... we was mucking around with the other day? It was like... da-na-na-na-na-da-na-na-na-na...
Jesus! They don't call you "Wally" for nothing, do they? Glen... Do you remember the chords?
Like this: Da-na-na-na-na... Yeah, that's right. Yeah, that's right. Glen?
All right, play D. Yeah, Glen?
Yeah. That's it. Right, repeat it.
Give us some noise. [Plays a song] What happens next?
Uh, I don't know. I gotta come up with more lyrics.
It's a bloody good start.
Well, it's not quite The Beatles, but...
Right, one, two... with the music, Now we've got to think image.
Yeah, how about tight suits with white shirts and skinny ties?
No! No, like The Small Faces. We cover their songs.
No, it ain't. It's no good copying other bands. We gotta be like us.
What, four broke, working class gits who can't play for shit?
All them dinosaur bands with their "oh, look at me" 15-minute guitar solos, they don't mean nothing to us, cos we're just... we're pissed off, we're bored, we're trying to scrape together enough for another pint. We're invisible. No one gives a shit about us. You know? So, we don't give a shit about no one else. Maybe that should be our image. That! You know? Not giving a shit!
She said we could borrow clothes for the band. I won't even have to nick 'em.
Yeah. Malcolm's gonna manage us.
Did he actually say that?
Well, no, but he wants me to... you know, inspire him.
Yeah, for his revolution.
So... So... he's not managing us.
Not yet, but he will. I'm gonna convince him.
