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- Anything else? - Your favourite colour.

Ian, you are so depressing.

I couldn't take me eyes away from the screen.

The fuckin' pubs are fuckin' dull The fuckin' clubs are fuckin' full

Food? Well, that's a start.

I suppose so, yes.

- I'm so sorry. - I had a fit.

I don't get why you're doing this to yourself.

It's a heater, Ian. You turn it on and it heats up.

We're gonna be somebodies.

I struggle between what I know is right in my own mind,

Thank you very much.

- And Natalie. - How can Natalie hate you?

I don't know what to do.

acne, overgrowth of the gums,

Keep the fuckin' racket down This is fuckin' chicken town

Come on, take him your way. Take him your way.

Let me in, love.

What's all that about?

I don't think I do.

And now I'm freezing.

It's not particularly good either, is it?

They're calling themselves the Buzzcocks.

That's right. Her name's Corrine Lewis.

Well, that was shit.

I'll show you my...

What is Man City blue?

There's a job here working at Knutsford Cinema

and cut deals without a phone, you daft cunt?

Ready to go on?

Ian, talk to me.

I'm gonna go meet up with Debbie tonight.

I might not have wanted to go out with you.

Being called something like "the Buzzcocks".

I thought we'd celebrate. Bring them here, Terry.

It's a lie to say "I'm not afraid any more".

Of fuckin' girls and fuckin' guys With fuckin' murder in their eyes

A cloud hangs over me

thinking of the things we've done.

I don't. So shut the fuck up and start suing,

Does anyone believe in love?

On the record, there's Marlon Brando reading The Hollow Men,

Mr Curtis, I am here to tell you that you are well enough to leave,

- You all ready and packed? - Not yet.

Ian, what's up with you, mate?

Now remember, we are live, so no swearing or they will cut you off.