All language subtitles for Shameless.S08E08.Episode.8.1080p.NF.WEB-DL.DDP.2.0.H.264-CHDWEB_track3_[eng]

-[tapping]
-[intro music]

Anyone watching, thinking we know fuck all
about knowing fuck all about owt,

needs to watch their back.
[cries out]

So, you've had your Labour,
reclassifying skunk,

sending prices sky high,

literally, literally taking the grass
from its own roots.

And now you've got your con-dem-nation,

Liberals noshing Tories
like altar boys picking dimps up.

Have we had
a national fucking stroke or what?

Is revolution a word or was it never?

Anybody watching, needs to know

we cope better than average
with irony in Chatsworth.

Well, for fuck's sake,
we live in Manchester

and they charge us for water!

I wandered lonely as a clown,
necking mushrooms rarely found,

this green and pleasant land
in ancient times...

yak, yak, yak, yak, yak, yak!

It's not theirs anymore.

-This is our England now.
-[cheering]

Party!

[intro music]

[intro music fades away]

[alarm beeps]

[Micky] I blame all those fat,
short-haired, hairy bints

who took a match
to their bras in the 60s.

It's them feminists we've got to thank

for the way society looks down on
anyone who stays at home

looking after the house and kids.

People just don't see our true value.

We work 24 hours a day,

seven days a week
for no pay or holidays.

What we do isn't seen as work.

You're only valued if you're
actually bringing in money.

-Don't even get so much as a thank you.
-[Jamie] Cheers, Mum.

[Micky] I just wish
those mardy-arsed lezzas

had kept their saggy,
old tits in their double Ds!

You wanna get to bed a bit earlier.

Morning.

-I'll come back.
-[Mimi] No, you won't. Sit your arse down.

-You had breakfast?
-[Carl] Just some toast.

Bung a few eggs in the pan for Carl.

What've we got on today?

I need you to pull in
all outstanding debts.

Cash flow problem.

And shift that lot.

And you're gonna help.

I need you back on the rounds
now Shane's doing his own thing.

Your little holiday's over.

Time you started pulling
your weight again.

And what about Cilla?

She sleeps most of the day.
You'll be fine.

[Micky] There you go.

And for you.

[dramatic music]

No!

They... are full... of salt!

[sighs]

["Wedding March" playing]

[giggles]

[gasps]

[music stops]

-I thought you were having your hair done.
-She's off sick.

What the hell are you doing in my dress?

Just giving it an airing.
Besides, you've no need for it any longer.

What do you mean?

He's not exactly rushing
to set a new date.

I reckon he's just stringing you along.

Just take it off.

You need to stop
this ridiculous daydreaming.

[Patty] It's no daydream.

You think I'm going to spend
the rest of my days

sleeping in the corner
of a bloody living room?

Just where exactly do you think
you're gonna bag yourself a man?

[Patty] Hi South Manchester Befrienders,
we're listening.

Not a problem, you can ring us any time.
Bye bye.

Yes, course you can.

-[female] ...it'll be me second baby.
-And how old are ya?

[female] I'm 18 next week.

[phone rings]

-Hello.
-[female] Hello?

[female] I don't think I can carry on...

[male] Aye, and I'll be 60 next week.

That sounds like
you have a lot on your plate.

Why don't we meet up
and you can tell me more about it.

[man screams]

Look, it's always better
to talk about your problems face to face.

Oh, I live near there.

Why don't we continue this conversation
over a cuppa?

When's tea?

I'll do it
when I've finished reading this.

Look, you're three weeks
behind on your payments.

Look, I know you're in there.
I can hear your telly.

Shit!

Get here, you...

I'll get ya!

[murmurs] Oh, fuck sake!

You see, what you should do
is go from happy hour to happy days.

Are we getting married?

Libby, love. Everyone got pissed,
there was a fight.

-It's as good as a wedding.
-But we weren't blessed.

I've been blessed twice before,
it really doesn't help.

It's not gonna make any difference, is it?
I already see you as me missus.

Karen, can I have another pint?

What do you...

You serious? That's all you took?

Well, it's been a bit difficult,
you know, with Cilla and that.

When your dad was inside,
I ran the business

and looked after the lot of you
when you were kids.

You stuck us in the library all day.

Yeah.

Can't survive on what we've got coming in.

-Sort it.
-[Micky] I am.

Trynna think of ways that I can earn money

and be at home with Cilla
at the same time, but...

What you doing?

[Lillian] Avril's opened my eyes
to the wonder of the interweb.

We're branching out.

[Kelly] Selling worn knickers.

It bleeding stinks!

How'd you get it
to smell like actual piss?

It is actual piss.

I had to go and buy this
cos I kept missing the bloody hole.

D'you know, I could do with
making a few bob off the internet.

You wanna get into kids things,
seem to sell well.

Sex... now that's something
that you'll always earn money from.

[Kelly] And credit cards.

Find a way of getting hold of
people's details and you're onto a winner.

That thing can come down.

What? You said I'd have blood on my hands
if I didn't put it up. Make your mind up.

I've handed in my notice.
Waste of bloody time.

Not been as fulfilling as you'd hoped?

[grunts] Could say that.

Maybe... I've been a little hasty.

Put it back!

Hey, you haven't paid for that!

What the fuck you doing!

You're no better than a rapist.
Encouraging men to objectify women.

Hear, hear!

What's your problem?

Some little scrote's been mouthing off,
going on at me to show him my tits.

He can get in the queue.

Might've guessed you'd be supportive
and understanding.

Can't just shove 'em out
whenever it suits ya.

-What?
-You're always giving blokes the come-on

-when you're after something.
-No, I'm not!

So, do I get any discount?

That's just me being friendly.

[Micky] I'm looking for investment
in my internet venture.

In return, I'm prepared to offer
10% equity in the new business.

[jingle plays]

The type of ground-breaking website
I'm proposing

has very low expenditure
for extremely high returns.

It has the potential
to produce a constant revenue stream

and I project gross profits of £200,000
over a three-year period.

So, onto our target market.

Kiddie fiddlers.

I propose to launch a child porn website

that won't actually contain
any sick pictures.

The home page
will lure our consumer to subscribe

to what they think
will be jack-off heaven.

While they're waiting
for the site to download,

we'll be ripping their card details.

And by the time they've discovered
it's a scam,

we'll have run up the largest bill
that the nonces have ever seen.

And, we'll actually
be doing society a favour,

because the website
will act as a deterrent.

You know, make them nervous
about subscribing to other pervy sites.

So... any questions?

Yeah, just one major problem.

You forgot to mention it's totally illegal

and that you could get sent down
if someone grassed.

Who's gonna admit
they've joined a child porn website?

I'm in!

[upbeat music]

[camera flashes]

Loosen your tie a bit more.

[Kelly] He could do with looking younger.

Right, get up there.

What you doing?

[Kelly] Don't worry,
you'll be able to afford 20 new pairs.

Finished!

I now pronounce this website
open for business!

-[cheering]
-Yes!

-What's going on?
-We're going live!

Come and have a look!

-Yeah!
-[cheering]

[Micky sighs heavily]

[timer beeping]

[growls] Come on!

Should've stuck a bag on his head.

Sod this, I'm off to bed.

[trill]

Yes!

[Kelly] You mean, there's a perv
there now, at the other end?

I'm gonna find ya
and blow your balls off, you sick fucker!

-[growls]
-[Micky] Quick!

Transfer the money into our account.

What we gonna buy?

Book us a week in Alicante! Ha-ha!

[mouths] Thank you.

Whoa! 'Kin' hell!

What you trynna do to me, woman?

Oh.

Must've bobbed off.

-What the hell you doing in that box?
-[Patty] Checking the size.

I'm flogging 'em.

Earn 50 quid for every one I shift.

How the hell are you gonna find
enough people on the cusp of death?

[phone rings]

-What? What? What?
-Give it.

Give it. Bastard.

The helpline are diverting calls here.
I don't want to lose any business.

Hello there, Julie.

Yes.
I am sorry to hear about your husband.

I expect you're thinking of following him
to the other side.

We can flog all this lot,
and I've transferred a stack of money.

Become a right little Richard Branson,
hasn't he?

-[Jamie] Nice one, Micky.
-Needs to be manned 24/7, though,

so I've drawn up a little rota.

Erm... There y'are.

No way, I've got school.

Well, d'you wanna miss out on
any business?

I thought we could set up
a few more sites.

Stick this on, I'll take some pics.
We can do this one next.

No way.

There y'are.

Not forgetting you.

What's this?

Your cut.

You taking me for a mug?

-What's your problem?
-I want the same as yous lot.

Well, you're not a Maguire.

It's my photos pulling 'em in.

Yeah, but it was my idea
in the first place.

Well, find someone else to stick this on.

-Fine. You sacked.
-You can't sack me!

-I'm a business partner.
-Employee.

Probably for the best.
Getting a bit too old for this game.

Why don't you take a picture? Knobheads.

The youth of today.

So charming.

Is that little prick still gobbing off?

No, it's all sorted.

D'you fancy walking me to the bus?

Yeah, sure.

D'you wanna go out one night?
Just you and me.

[Sita] Yeah, sure.

When you free?

What?

To go out.

Out where?

[Carl] Who's he?

He's not the one
who's been mouthing off, is he?

He looks about ten!

Why are you making
such a big deal about it?

That's why you wanted me to walk ya.

Carl!

Hey, love! Show us yer tits!

Oh, there you are. Can you lend us a...

Got them for our honeymoon.

Oh!

Stick 'em on, then.

[Libby giggles]

Like what you see?

And I can make these
go faster than helicopter blades.

Well, you gonna stick 'em on, or what?

On our wedding night or your funeral.

Whichever comes first.

Oh, come on, Lib.
You can't do this to a man!

You know what you've got to do.

What are you looking for?

[pants] This.

Just gotta knock one out.

[Patty] Why don't you try that one?
The solid walnut.

If you don't want your family to know
you've end up a penniless alcoholic.

-'Kin' hell!
-[phone rings]

South Manchester Befrienders.

Can't we stick her on powder?

This contraption's
ripping the bleeding nipples off me.

No! It's been proven.

Kids raised on breast milk
are higher achievers.

Still raking it in?

No one's subscribed for ages now.

Pervs must be tipping each other off.

[dramatic music]

[banging at door]

[Frank] Hi.

I'm really... I'm sorry to bother you,
Micky, but you're me last resort.

I'm really desperate.

Would you be a gent
and loan me the use of your TV

and lounge for five minutes?

Actually, probably only need about two

I won't leave a mess.

[Aiden] Yeah, yeah.

Just passing that knob
I was telling you about.

Telling 'em what?

That we're about to take you
to the cleaners.

Laters.

-Set up a website with mates from school.
-Micky!

[Aiden] Pictures on there of all of us.
They can't get enough of it.

Yeah, yeah. The world's gone bloody mad.

Never thought I'd live to see the day

a pair of poofs
could mince down the aisle together.

[Patty] They've no shame.

I've heard they even use
penis-shaped confetti.

Well, I'm better off out of it.
Time to shift on to the next life.

Let's hope that place
isn't taken over by bloody Poles.

So, you're contemplating suicide?

No. In the middle of actually doing it.

Well, have you ever
given your funeral any thought?

You must be Trevor.

I didn't realise you were a cripple,

or whatever word it is
I'm meant to use these days.

Cripple's fine.

Political correctness has been
this country's downfall.

A woman after me own heart.

Just had a three-mile bus journey
sat next to some window-licker.

I don't know why we did away with asylums.

My thoughts exactly.

Used to be a cracking day out.

Would you like to try the pine first?

Stylish, yet affordable.

-Shoes!
-Oh.

[Trevor grunts]

How does it feel?

The lining's making me itch.

-You'll be dead, you daft bugger.
-Hmm.

Which is the most expensive?

The less that thieving Government
get of mine when I'm gone, the better.

That'll be the mahogany.

[Trevor] So... live here alone?

-No!
-Oh.

Share with my daughter,

and the rabble
she got herself involved with.

No, uh, husband?

God, no!

-Ah.
-Once bitten...

Which one would you like to be buried in?

[stammers] Well... I guess the mahogany.

Oozes class.

[Trevor] Then the mahogany it is.

We must celebrate.

-[Patty exclaims]
-[both laugh]

Where's the stepladders?

-Oh, my God!
-[Kelly chuckles]

No way, look.
Here's one of me in Blackpool.

[Kelly] Who'd have thought
you'd grow up to be such a hunk?

[laughter]

Ah, check out our Jamie
with his dodgy hair!

-[laughter]
-Perfect. Give it here.

Those pubic hair-dodgers
won't be able to resist ya.

Who's idea was that?

Um... mine.

Fucking genius!

[Trevor] No, you don't!

[Patty] Trevor.

[Trevor] I assumed he was a burglar.

[Patty] See why I don't want
my daughter to marry him?

Needs a bloody good haircut.
Scruffy bugger.

-What's she doing with him?
-Oh, scared of being alone.

[Trevor] Aren't we all?

I suppose.

[Trevor] If you've got the opportunity
to be with someone,

you should grab it with both hands.

We're supposed to be celebrating
your purchase.

Ah.

Here's to being six feet under.

Oh, it hasn't stopped.

They're mad for us.

Well, it's obviously me
that's pulling 'em in, innit?

-Look... cute as fuck.
-Nah, I reckon it's me they're after.

I mean, who could resist
that little smile?

I'm getting trading standards onto you.

[Kelly] Do you mind knocking?

Those photos are ancient.
You're a load of fat cunts now.

-I am not fat!
-You nicked all my business.

And?

[mischievous music]

Bollocks!

Morning.

-Oh!
-Couldn't wait to see you.

-How did you get in?
-Kitchen window was open.

-How long've you been there?
-Since three.

Couldn't sleep.

Fancy a morning out?

Well...
[sighs]

Oh!

["Raindrops Keep Fallin' on My Head"]
♪ Raindrops keep falling on my head ♪

♪ And just like the guy
Whose feet are too big for his bed ♪

♪ Nothing seems to fit ♪

♪ Those raindrops are falling on my head
They keep falling ♪

♪ So I just did me
Some talking to the sun ♪

♪ And I said I didn't like the way
He got things done ♪

♪ Sleeping on the job ♪

♪ Those raindrops are falling on my head
They keep falling ♪

♪ But there's one thing I know ♪

♪ The blues they send to meet me
Won't... ♪

It's so nice
to have someone to do things with.

Usually I have to bride...

bribe people to push me places.

["Raindrops Keep Fallin' on My Head"
continues]

We're a long time dead.

We should be living life to the full.
Taking risks.

There's no need for either of us...
ever to be lonely again.

Would you do me the honour of...

dying with me.

What?

A suicide pact. It's perfect.

If we let nature take its course,

one of us will be left on this earth
alone for months, maybe even years.

Killing ourselves at the same time
guarantees we leave exactly the same time.

I'm not ready to die.

Oh, I don't mean now,
we'll get married first.

Oh! [chuckles] You want to marry me?

Of course.

Do you wanna marry me?

-Yes.
-[Trevor] Good.

I've been in touch with
the registry office,

they've got a cancellation.
This afternoon.

[chuckles] This afternoon?

Isn't... Isn't it a bit quick?

Why delay something that's inevitable.

I knew I wanted you to be my wife
the moment I set eyes on you.

♪ I'm never gonna stop the rain
By complaining ♪

♪ I'm never gonna stop the rain... ♪

Hiya.

Show us yer tits!

Didn't know it was Halloween.

It's to stop guys just seeing me
as an instrument

for their sexual pleasure.

It's working.

[Avril] What's he done now?

He just doesn't seem
that bothered about getting married.

What man is?

They know that's when
the blow jobs are gonna stop.

Aren't you going to congratulate us.

Married!

I'm moving in to Trevor's.

You're not pregnant are ya?

All a bit quick, innit?

-What would you like dear?
-Dubonnet.

-[Trevor] Dubonnet and a lemonade please.
-Okay.

-He's railroaded you into this, hasn't he?
-Yes. And I'm glad he did.

I haven't felt this alive in years.

It's ridiculous.

You're just jealous.

I've found a man
who actually wants to commit.

Congratulations!

Who would've thought your own mum
would beat you down the aisle.

["Smack My Bitch Up"
by The Prodigy playing]

♪ Change my pitch up
Smack my bitch up... ♪

What are you doing,
you fucking fat lesbian?

♪ Change my pitch up... ♪

Oh, shit, what are you fucking doing?

[Mimi cries out]

♪ Change my pitch up
Smack my bitch up ♪

Get off me! Come here, you!

-[Patty laughing]
-[Libby grunts]

[knock at door]

[woman] PC World!

Laptop, took it to be repaired.

Police Constable World.

-What's going on?
-You're all under arrest.

For manufacturing and distributing
child pornography.

-[Trevor chuckles]
-I better start packing.

I think we're forgetting something.

-We need to consummate the marriage.
-[both laugh]

Oh!

groaning, whimpering]

[cries out, whimpers]

You can't keep us locked up any longer!

Got a young baby I need to feed.

I think they can see that.

Your udders need a wipe.

Why the fuck didn't you delete everything
first!?

-Couldn't, wouldn't turn on.
-Wouldn't turn on.

D'you even realise
the shit you've got us in?

Everything'll be fine.

-We're being done for kiddie porn.
-D'you know how long we could get?

Won't be around
to see my little princess growing up.

They'll soon realise
there's no sick pictures on there.

I've had to leave Carl in charge.

He'll cope. Good head on his shoulders.

Micky, he's a Gallagher.

We're gonna lose the business.

-And the house.
-And Cilla.

What?

Well, they're bound to get
social services involved.

Look, all I wanted
was to make sure I was around for Cilla.

I'm not having her playing second fiddle
to the business like us lot did.

-Me and Dad were always there for ya.
-You might've been there physically.

I wrote a story for school once,
I was dead proud of it.

You said you'd read it
once you'd done the cashing up.

I sat there all night
waiting for you to finish.

You were too busy in the morning.

I had to hand it in that day.

Well, I'm gonna read
every single story Cilla writes.

I'm gonna make sure she has a good future.

I don't want her turning out like me.

Now... they've got nothing on us,

and we'll be walking out of here
in no time.

Show us yer tits!

Ha! Nice!

-[boy cries out]
-[snap]

Ah, me leg! [crying out]

[Micky muttering]

What the fuck are you dreaming about?

Can't remember.

What's happening?

Child pornography charges
have been dropped.

I fucking told ya!

We've been charged with fraud.

What you doing?

Well, I thought a solicitor might help,

being as I'm about to be sent down
till my pubes have turned grey!

The hearing's this afternoon!

Hello?

-[Trevor grunts]
-[Patty chuckles]

[Trevor] Ah, morning.

Well, morning.

You okay?

Still a little shell shocked.

Libby's father left me with nothing,
even took the rent money.

I told myself I'd never trust another man
as long as I lived.

Glad you did.

Well...

You're the first man to hold me
since he legged it.

I've realised...

I just existed these past 40 years.

[sighs happily]

[farts]

[Jackson] This is fascinating.

It's all about
that ancient Mayan calendar.

They reckon it ends
on the 21st of December, 2012.

Apparently, the sun's gonna rise
to a unique point

and that'll be the end of the world.

Well, in that case,

we don't have to worry about
our livers then, do we?

[Avril] Look who I found asleep
in the garden shed.

You mean, he didn't even notice
you weren't at home?

[Libby] I could pack my bags and leave,
he wouldn't notice.

Ooh! Glass of water please, Karen.

We're off.

[Carl] Come 'ere.

Ah, thank you.

-[Carl] Oi, look after her.
-Oh, yeah, I will.

[Libby] In case you miss us.

[Patty] You shouldn't have.

Are you all right?

[whimpers]

-[Libby snivels]
-[phone rings]

Bye then.

-Bye, love.
-See you in a bit, Patty.

[Karen] Yeah. Right, thanks.

They've arrived at court.

I should be there.

[Libby] I'll cover.

Make up for trashing the place last night.

Karen, your family need you.

Carl.

-Nah, no way.
-It's in your job description.

Er... Carl?

[Frank] I could give you a hand, love.

No, thanks.

I don't want all the stock going missing.

Sit.

[panting]
Libby Croker, will you marry me?

Oh, get up, Frank.

You're only saying it
because I've been nagging you all week.

No! I'm saying it because
I want you to be me wife.

Then why don't you do anything about it?

I wanted it to be a surprise.

What? Have you planned the wedding?

[John] Oi, anyone serving or what?

John, John.
We're having a private conversation.

D'you mind?

-So, what do you say?
-Yes!

When is it?

[Jackson] They reckon it ends
on the 21st of December, 2012.

22nd of December, 2012.

Well, that's ages away.

Yeah, but gives us a chance
to, to, to save up for a decent honeymoon.

You know, abroad, like.
I want to do it properly this time.

Now, let me assist the future Mrs
Gallagher

in the distribution of
alcoholic beverages.

-[Libby] No, you're all right. I can cope.
-Libby, Libby...

You're going to be me wife.

You know, we're a team. Partnership.

We need to start as we mean to go on.

Do you, um, want a drink?

Nah, I'm all right.

I owe you an apology.

You were right.

Hmm.

I was overreacting.

D'you want me to have a word
with the little prick?

It's okay, it's all sorted.

I reckon he's learnt his lesson.

Oi. Show us yer tits!

[screaming] Shit!

You bitch!

And what do the defence have to say?

-[clears throat]
-Your Honour!

[cries out]

My family and I
have become the victims in all of this.

The finger of guilt
was immediately pointed.

We're completely innocent.

You'd have to be fuckin' Rambo
to touch up any of the kids round here.

I'm sorry.

Apologies for blaspheming, Your Honour.

But the country's gone mad.

Kiddie fiddling's
become a national obsession.

D'you know, I couldn't even take a photo
of me mate's little nephew

as a shepherd in his school nativity play.

I mean, what are people scared of?

That some pervert's gonna get a stiffy
looking at him

with a tea towel shoved on his head!
Don't get me wrong,

y'know, I wanna see
proper paedos strung up.

Y'know, the ones who get stuck in
before there's grass on the pitch.

But well, you can't always be 100% sure
that they're legal, can ya?

And anyway,
most 15-year-olds enjoy a good shafting.

The hormones are raging.

We targeted nonces

in an effort to ensure
that they wouldn't have money left

for... for sweets or, or, or puppies,

or whatever they use
to get their end away.

But when
they barged in our home yesterday,

we were thrown into a nightmare.

We're the heroes in all of this,

not the villains.

Thank you.

Case dismissed.

[cheering, laughter]

[Mimi] Who's a clever boy then, Micky?

Wrong date on warrant.
Improper police paperwork.

-Uh, this is the living room.
-[Patty] Aha.

Yes...

-Do you watch Corrie?
-Of course.

-[both chuckle]
-Good.

Could've been
the shortest marriage in history.

There.

-I better unpack.
-Ah, that can wait.

I've a little surprise.

I suppose you could call it...
a wedding present. [chuckles]

[Patty] Ooh!

This one's for you.

The mahogany.

I bought mine years ago.

Well, I!

I'm not going to pass those things
every time I come in.

You can shift them in the spare room.

No need for that.

[Patty] Oh... [chuckles]

[chuckles] Go on.

Surprise me.

Um... I didn't realise you...

Am I not enough to live for?

Oh, Patty.

Of course,
I thought you'd change your mind

once we were married.
I thought you'd want to be with me.

Oh, believe me, I do!

That's why I still want you
to come with me.

[Patty murmurs] Okay...

We could have a good life!

You only feel like this
because you've been on your own so long.

Once you have people round you,
people who need you, everything changes.

Patty! I've been ringing
your helpline for years.

-I know, I know!
-It's... it's only a matter of time.

Yes, but not today.

Your daughter has her own life now.

You wouldn't wanna die alone
in some grotty nursing home.

No, but...

[emotive music]

Come with me, Patty.

Today?

You okay?

Just... see it... as going away...
on our honeymoon...

that will last... eternity.

See you... on... the other side.

[dramatic music]

Five... four...

three...

two...

one.

-[Patty cries out]
-[choking, gagging]

[rope creaking]

[emotive music]

[whimpers]

[cries out]

[emotive music continues]

-I'm having a few problems.
-Not on the kitchen table, Carl!

How d'you get that?

-Punter wouldn't pay their instalment.
-Which one?

Walker.

Debbie Walker?

[laughs]
A woman?

Where are the babies?

At the creche.

[Mimi] What bleeding creche?

What?

Taking you off the rounds, mate.
You've got enough on your plate here.

I'll start helping out with Cilla more.

I'll do her night feeds. Mondays.

Not on a bingo night.

[Micky]
We all end up with some sort of baggage

but the thing that determines
whether you'll be carting round

a little Gucci or a fuck-off Samsonite
for the rest of your life,

it's all about how much
is invested in you as a nipper.

I may not be bringing in
any actual money...

but what I do is priceless.

After all, I'm busy creating the future.

-When was the last time you slept?
-Last Tuesday.

-[Cilla gurgles]
-Oh, for fuck's sake.

[Karen] One in four people in this country
are mentally unstable.

Will I get used to it?

[Kelly] We'll have that place
like a palace by the time we finish.

[Jackson] If your husband's out,

I'll come round soon as
and sort your pipes out, Mrs Smith.

He's having an affair.

What?

I want the pair of yous out my house.
You're not welcome.

This is the devil's work!