Look, I put a lot of effort into this! I made a really nice coq au vin…
Jay
Cock of what?!
You don’t help yourself, do you?
Oh yes, I see, 'coq' au vin, very mature! It actually mean chicken in wine, doesn’t it, Patrice?
Well, it does, and it doesn’t mean cock up my arse, or cock on my head, or…
…you got some cock in the back of a van…
Or that I got some cock in the back of a van! Look, all I wanted was a nice, civilised and sophisticated dinner party. Just something a little different from the usual parties - maybe even the sort of party that girls are impressed by! Okay, so there aren’t any girls here, but why don’t we at least attempt to have a sophisticated conversation? I know it’s a tall order, and I’m not expecting sparkling, but let’s give it a go, eh, since it is my FUCKING BIRTHDAY!
How much Lego can you stuff up your bum?
No not now, like when you were younger how much did you get up there?
Jay
You are grim mate.
Why were sticking Lego up your bum?
Oh God, what if my birthdays just get worse and worse from now on? What’ll happen next year?
Jay
You get AIDS?
I’d have to have sex for that to happen.
Technically, that still counts as sex.
Or drink from the same cup as Neil’s dad.
Oi, my dad does not have AIDS!
Jay
Oh mate, your dad is so AIDS, he’s the one who gave it to the monkeys!
Jay
That’s what the monkeys said to him.
Why are you wearing trainers, Si?
I specifically said no trainers, not if we want to get into clubs.
Jay hasn’t got trainers on. I haven’t got trainers on.
Jay
You’ve got fucking flippers on. What size are they?
Oh, yeah, Ronald McDonald called. He wants his shoes back.
There’s nothing wrong with these, they’re Italian.
Jay
(in Italian accent) Hey! Where are my-a flippers?
At least you’ll be all right if you fall in the Thames.
Yeah, very funny! Would it have killed you to wear shoes to be safe?
Whoa, check out Neil’s car.
Jay
Yeah! It’s shit-hot!
I’d say half-right. It’s shit.
Jay
Slow down a minute, Si.
Jay
(Leaning out the window) BUS WANKERS! (The boys all laugh as Jay gets back in and puts his seatbelt back on.)
Where did that come from? Bus wankers!
Jay
I dunno, it just felt right!
You could see their little faces drop as they thought, “We must be the bus wankers.”
(Leaning over Will to get to Simon) Pull over, Si. I need a piss.
Jay
(Neil is in the toilet nursing his penis after cutting it earlier) What’s taking so fucking long?
Oh, mate, it’s not good. Get us some bog roll. It’s bleeding. Look!
Jay
Oh, Jesus, put it away, Neil!
I can’t. It stings when it rubs on my pants.
Jay
Well, take your pants off, then
Then it’ll rub on my jeans.
Jay
Neil, no matter what your old man says, you can’t walk around London with your knob hanging out.
Just who is this Duke of Edinburgh? Does he teach it?
Jay
No, of course he doesn’t teach it, you fucking idiot. The Duke of Edinburgh is Prince Charles.
Um, no, he isn’t. It’s his dad.
No, I mean, that IS the Duke of Edinburgh you’re thinking of, but he’s not the king.
He fucks the Queen, though.
Jay
Probably up the arse.
LOOK, do you wanna sign up or not?
Jay
You’ve gotta be fucking joking. There’s no way I’m gonna get bummed by some royal bloke on a mountain.
Jay
Because you’re a paedo.
Well, if I did fancy old people, which I don’t, that would make me the opposite of a paedophile.
Jay
Well, then, he’s an OAPaedo.
Jay
You’re desperate for a gum job.
Jay
“Oh, hello, I’m Will. Pop your teeth out, Doris, and have a little nosh on this.”
Jay
Alright, Dad?
CMr Cartwright
Alright there.
Jay
Dad, can I ask your advice about something?
CMr Cartwright
What is it, Woman trouble?
Jay
Yeah, it is.
CMr Cartwright
That little piece you were with the other day?
Jay
Chloe? Yeah. See, there’s this guy at school, right?
CMr Cartwright
So she’s dumped you for this bloke? Well, that’s a lucky escape, I thought she was a facking pig.
Jay
No, she hasn’t dumped me, Dad. I think I love her.
CMr Cartwright
So you’re back with the pig?
Jay
Dad, we didn’t split up, and please don’t call her a pig. It’s just that I’m just getting a bit jealous cos I think she might have seen a few more people than I have.
CMr Cartwright
I’d say that’s a given, innit?! If she’s got off with more than one person, she’s beaten you hands down.
CMr Cartwright
Look, mate. Women are like fairground rides. Fucking mental. Your only hope is that when she wants some, you do the best you can with your tiny equipment. Oh, and check where she is the whole time, that’s the only way you’ll be totally sure she’s not sucking off this other bloke.
Jay
Right. Thanks, Dad.
CMr Cartwright
Although, let’s face it, she probably is. Fancy a beer?
Hang on a minute, have you had your left ear pierced?
Jay
Yes.
Isn’t that the ear you get pierced to say you’re gay?
Jay
Well, there’s a quick way to find out, Neil, which ear’s your Dad got pierced?
Neither, cos he’s not bent!
Of course not. Will, which ear’s the gay one?
Oh, I’m the last person to ask.
I thought you knew everything?
Well, I don’t know any boys who’ve had their ears pierced… because I went to a private school.
CMr Cooper
You lot seem very quiet tonight.
Yeah, well, it’s better than hearing non-stop bullshit
CMr Cooper
Language. What’s that on your head, Simon?
(Sarcastically) Oh, I don’t know, Dad. Oh, yeah, it’s a hat. Obviously. God!
CMr Cooper
Looks bloody stupid.
CMr Cooper
You look like a butcher.
Pete Doherty wears them, actually.
CMr Cooper
Pete Doherty’s butcher wears them.
Oh, I forgot you were a comedian as well as a cab driver.
CMr Cooper
Oi! I’m doing you a favour. Why are you wearing it anyway? You’ve never worn anything like that before.
CMr Cooper
Knew it. You’ve got that look in your eye.
CMr Cooper
Sort of an animal look. I’ve seen it when you watch TV sometimes, X Factor and that.
Jay
What, when he sees Louis Walsh?
CMr Cooper
No, thankfully Cheryl Cole. If his mum’s in the room, he has to pop a pillow over his lap.
Jay
Sort me out, geezer.
Jay
Please sort me out, geezer? I’ve got 20 quid.
DDealer
So what? What do you want from me?
Jay
You know, gear. Sweet Mary Jane. Ganja, man.
DDealer
Oh, so you want to buy drugs! And you came to me - why?
DDealer
Cos I’m black? You saw a black guy at a gig and thought “must be a drug dealer?”
Jay
No, we didn’t…
DDealer
You fucking white boys are all the same. You know. Scratch beneath the surface just a little bit, and you’re RACIST. Yeah, that’s right, I said it - racist.
But have you got any drugs?
DDealer
Yes, I have, but that’s not the point. The point is you ASSUMED I had some just cos I’m black.
Jay
Could we buy some please?
DDealer
Why should I deal to you? Hmm? Why should I deal to two little suburban racists who see me as some kind of stereotype? I’m at university.
But you are a drug dealer as well, yeah?
DDealer
Yes, I do deal, but you keep missing the point.
Jay
Look, here’s 30 quid, could we just have some puff?
DDealer
Yes, you can, but only because I’m a dealer, NOT because I’m black. Now fuck off.
Jay
Can you roll it up for us, please?