Steve and Paul in “Bodies”

Well, I doubt we'll get much done today anyway.

No. I'm leaving the band. For good.

Oh... don't be daft. You can barely play. I'm getting better.

Like John. The guy's a madman. Malcolm is Malcolm. Waste of time.

Yeah, we're gonna be good.

We don't have any songs, Steve. We're a covers band. This is so fսcking boring. I've got an apprenticeship, got a chance. Oh, yeah, your nine-to-five, eight-to-four, or whatever the fսck it is, wage slave.

Fսck off! Is that what you want? Married. Four screaming kids, and before you can blink twice, you're just another boring, defeated old cսոt. Sipping pints at the pub with that look in his eye, "Oh, I wonder where my life went?"

My mum and dad are good people, got good lives, you know that. I'm not saying they're not.

Oh, I know you haven't had none of that.

I'm sorry. I gotta do what's right for me. I'm done.