All language subtitles for The Inbetweeners (2008) - S03E02 - The Gig and the Girlfriend (576p DVD x265 Panda)_track4_[eng]-en

WILL: Jay was full of helpful tips,
and this morning's were about

hawtomakathemostofthespace
inyournravan.

So I had one bent over the table here,
there was one up here I was fingering,

and I was just toe-fucking
the one on the floor.

Whilst your parents were sleeping
in bunk beds just over there?

Qualityl It's amazing how good
you are with birds, Jay.

What can I say? It's a gift.

Sowhen dowegetto meet
these three lucky ladies?

You can‘t, they've gone back
to the Playboy Mansion.

Of course, bwause if you lived
in the Playboy Mansion,

you'd definitely holiday
in Great Yarmouth.

They did. I told you you should
have come on holiday with us, Si.

I don‘t want made-up Playboy models.

I just want a nice girlfriend
who'll maybe have sex with me.

I read in my sisters Grazia that
birds like it if you ask 'em questions.

If you want to get a girlfriend,
you should try that.

- Really?
- Yeah, that works.

The only question I ask is
'Which hole do you want it in first?“

- Great, thanks.
- What are you lot up to?

Is Jay showing you where
he used to shag the cushions?

He thinks me and his mum
don‘t know about that.

- Come on, Dad.
- We've had to replace the covers twioe.

Jay was telling us about the birds
he pulled in Norfolk

- 0h, right, was he?
- Yeah, you remember, Dad?

Well, he's a total bullshitter, then.

The only pussy he's ever touched
was his mum's when he fell out of itl

(HE LAUGHS)

See you later.

He's such a wind-up merchant.

So, with Mr Cartwright
continuing that Jay hadn't

hostadanorgyonthafold-outtabla,

we began to question
a few other things he'd said.

What else have I ever said
that's bullshit?

That your mate can squoole
himself into a microwave?

Yeah, a good-sized one.

That your dad fought Muhammad Ali
as an amateur and beat him.

- It was on a points decision.
- And those were just this morning.

I could go on.

- Wankers.
- His fag smelt funny.

Holy shitl
Was Donovan smoking drugs?

In the open? On a scth day?

Don‘t shit yourself, Talk To Frank,
it‘s just a bit of puff.

- Everyone does a bit of puff.
- Do they? It‘s just I don‘t, you don‘t,

- nor does anyone we know.
- What are you talking about?

- I do it all the time.
- 0h, do you?

Yes, but not with you saddoes.
I do it with my older mate.

Has this imaginary mate got a name?

Look, I go round his, we get
nicely stoned listening to music,

bit of reggae, or we go to gigs.
Everyone does it at gigs.

Just pass the puff around,
share the love.

The birds love it.

Is it true it makes
your teeth feel funny?

Yeah, but I'm hardcore,
so it doesn‘t really affect me.

Well, it is true the effects are lessened
if you only pretend to take it.

Not that I have to prove anything
to you mugs,

but the other day
we got his dog stoned

and it got the munchies, so it ran away
for an hour. When it come back,

it had nicked a packet of Hobnobs
from the all-night garage.

What does that even mean?

All you need to know is, I can get as much
gear as you like, whenever you like.

I don‘t want any, ever.

I suppose, when you think about it,
everything's drugs, innit?

No, not really.

Yeah, like beer, Disprin, coffee,

trainers, chicken nuggets,

- clingfilm...
- Right, I've got to go.

Plants, clothes, oar tyres,

calculators, wasps.

Yeah, that‘s right.
Simon's off to get his fix now.

- What, Si's doing drugs?
- Yeah, he's addicted to crack, Neil.

- Oarli's crack.
- Oh, yeah. Nice one.

I'rn notan expert, but here's a tip.

Don't literally run alter a girl
youfancy. ltmakesyoulookneedy.

And unless theyte desperate or mental,
it won't work.

- Oohl
- 0h, sonyl

It's OK.

- Sony, I didn‘t mean to sit on you.
- No, cos that would be weird.

Huh, yeah, yeahl

Totally. Are you in the lower sixth?

Yeah. You've probably
never noticed me before

because I've just dyed my hair
and suddenly grown a pair of tits.

Um, I'm Simon, by the way.

I know. Tara.

- What are you reading?
- The NME.

I hate it, it‘s always wrong.
It‘s basically shit.

Still doesn‘t stop me buying it
every week.

- Right. Every week?
- Yep.

- Soyou buyiteveryweek?
- Yeah.

- Not every week, though?
- Yes, every week.

- So every week?
- Are you broken?

Have you got a head injury?

- So you're into music, then?
- Yeah, massively.

I'd die without Spotify,
and I love going to gigs.

- Oh, yeah, the same.
- The same what?

- Same as what you said.
- Right.

So have you been down
the Enterprise, then?

Um... oh, just trying to... Enter...

They have loads of brilliant
up-and-coming bands.

Ah... o|n‘t quite...

I don‘t know. Ijust... um...

- It‘s cool if you haven‘t.
- No, I don‘t think so.

Well, you should. It‘s awesome.

There's this band playing Friday,
Failsafe, oh, they‘re amazing.

- Me and my mate are going.
- Sounds cool. I love gigs.

I went to a big gig last year.

My mum took us to see Take That
at Wembley Arena.

0h.

Yeah, it was good, yeah.
We were quite far back,

sort of on the side,
but they were awesome.

My mum went mental for it.

Oh. Well, to be honest,
I don‘t think you'd like Failsafe.

It‘s a slightly different vibe
to Take That.

Oh, no, Iwould. I love all vibes.

Failsafe, Take That... reggae.

I'd love to come.
And I'll even bring the puff if you like.

Drugs?

I didn‘t think that was your scene.

Didn‘t you? No, when I'm at gigs
I always pass the puff around,

- share the love.
- Really?

Yeah. I'm pretty cool like that,
but I try and keep it on the down-low.

Wowl Well, you're doing a great job.

Great. Well, I'll see you Friday, then,

and I'll bring enough spliff puff
for everyone.

- Even enough for your mum?
- Ha, nol

She won‘t be there - stupid bitchl

Bu‘t I'll be there...

with the drugs.

Why the fuck did you say you'd bring
drugs? l You don‘t do drugsl

I know, but she's fit, and I panicked.

So you're going to supply her,

like some sort of pimp to
a drug-addled prostitute?

Is that what you've bmome?

Calm down, Will, it‘s just a bit of
puff, everyone does it.

- Jay, you can sort me out, right?
- Slight problem on that front.

What, in the past 15 minutes?

Yeah, my mate's fucked off
on a gap year to Afghanistan,

trying to get some
pure shit from source.

- Of course he has.
- Thanks a fucking bunch, Jay.

Will's right, you are a total bullshitter.

Don‘t blame mel
Drug dealers are unreliable.

- You could ask Donovan, Jay.
- Unless you're scared of him.

Of course notl I've had a toke
with Mark untold times.

I sort him out with Rizla and ting.

Oh, so you're a newsagent now
as well as a liar?

All right, I'll ask Donovan.
Then, tomonow night, when, thanks to me,

we're watching Simon get balls deep
in Tara, we'll see who the liar is.

Fine, we will.

Probably be a bit weird
if you two are there.

Idon'tknow what Donovan
wassmoking,

but it made him spread butter
like a maniac.

What if he throws the toaster at you?

- Why would he do that? We're mates.
- Are you?

Sort of.

What the fuck are you two queers doing,
checking out my arse or something?

Come on, let‘s go.

- Nah, we just wanted a word.
- Prick. There's a word.

Right. Sony.

We wanted to ask if you
could sort us some pufl?

Have you lost your retarded minds?

- It‘s just, Jay‘s mate's in Afghanistan.
- What?

Nah, look, we'll pay.

How much have you got?

About 20 quid.

I'll do you a special team twat deal.

There you go.

- Nah, come on.
- What?

- Nah, come on, seriously, Mark, that‘s...
- Puff.

No, it‘s tea. Like normal tea.
We just saw you empty the bags.

Are you calling me a liar?
You disrespecting me?

No, it‘s just that,
you did right it in front of us.

I'm going to give you a chance
to apologise for that.

- Right, yeah, no, sony. But...
- But what?

- Nothing.
- And?

Thank you for the puff.

Don‘t smoke it all at once.

It was the night ofSimon's date
with Tara, and to mark the occasion,

he'd dressed like a dick.

- Are you actually going to wear that?
- Yes.

- Interesting.
- Look, if I'm going to get a girlfriend,

I have to try a different plan
than the one I had for Oarli.

Oh, was there a plan with Oarli?

I thought you just lurched
from one disaster to another.

Well, I know what I need to do
with Tara.

Just pretend to be someone that I'm not,
that I go to gigs, wear hats,

and most importantly,
sort out D-R-U-G-S.

Shhl My mum's in.

- So?
- She can spell.

You two look very smart.
Where are you off to?

Oh, we're just going to pick up Neil.
Then we're going to a gig.

A gig? Wow.

Yeah, I remember my first gig.

INXS, Hammersmith Odeon.

One of the band members
went off stage,

then came back on a sleteboard.
We all screamed.

Yeah, looking back,
I'm not sure why he did it.

We're going to go now.

Well, have fun, and if anyone does
offer you any D-R-U-G-S, be careful.

- What?
- I overheard you.

Oh, it's OK, petal,
I know boys will be boys,

but I can trust you
to do the responsible thing.

Very lucky to have you,
because you're so boring.

- Boring?
- Well, not boring.

- Just scared of things.
- Scared?

Sensible. That‘s the word
I'm looking for. Sensible.

You're very sensible, so I don‘t
have to wony about you as much.

- Because you're so scared.
- Thanks, Mum.

Instead of D-R-U-G-S,
Jay had bought P-G T-I-P-S,

which had spent the last hour
failing to roll up into a joint.

I still can‘t believe you're
going through with this, Si.

Oh, come on, Will,
it‘s just a "Ieetle spleel".

Is that meant to be funny?
Is that drug humour?

All right, Cliff Richard,
if you don‘t like it, fuck off.

No, I'll stay. And laugh at you.

Jay, I've heard smoking's
well bad for your chest.

- Can‘t we just make tea with it instead?
- No.

You can‘t make tea with this type,
remember, Neil?

Oh, yeah.

Why not?

It‘s stronger if you eat it.

Oh, we could bake it into
chocolate brownies.

Cool. Delicious. Who knows the recipe?

Nigella Lawson?

We haven‘t got time to fucking bake cakes.
Dad'll be here to pick us up in a minute.

I just want to try it
before I meet Tara.

Well, I can cook toast. And eggs.

What about putting it in egg on toast?
Would that work, Jay?

Um... might do.

Drugs on eggs on toast?

Are you not worried
it might lead to harder stufi?

- Beans on toast, maybe a sausage?
- Or I can make jelly?

Right, fuck it,
I'm brewing some hash tea.

Theone thing Jay didn't want
Simontodowiththeteawasmaketea,

becausehedlindoutitwastea.

I told you, Si,
there were supply issues.

The main issue being
Donovan supplied you with tea.

- (DOOR SLAMS)
- Oil

Andsorefreshed, butinnowayhigh,

Simon headed for his date with Tara.

You lot seem very quiet tonight.

Yeah, well, it‘s better than
hearing non-stop bullshit.

Language.
What‘s that on your head, Simon?

Oh, I don‘t know, Dad.

Oh, yeah, it‘s a hat. Obviously.

God.

- Looks bloody stupid.
- We tried to tell him.

- You look like a butcher.
- Pete Doherty wears them, actually.

Pete Doherty's butcher wears them.

Oh, I forgot you were a comedian
as well as a cab driver.

Oil I'm doing you a favour.
Why are you wearing it anyway?

You've never worn
anything like that before?

- He's meeting a bird.
- Neill

Knew it.
You've got that look in your eye.

- What?
- Sort of an animal look

I've seen it when you watch TV sometimes,
X Factor and that.

- What, when he sees Louis Walsh?
- Funny.

No, thankfully, Cheryl Cole.

If his mum's in the room,
he has to pop a pillow over his lap.

It wasn't exactly Take That
at Wembley Arena,

but the Enterprise had everything you
couldwantfrom a locelmusic venue-

bar stalfwho didn't ask forlD,

awonyinglackoflireexits
andahonilicsmellfromthetoilets.

Can you see Tara anywhere?

Just follow the puddles, mate,
she's that fucking wet for you.

Can you hear something, Will? I can
smell bullshit, but I can‘t hear anything.

Oh, stop being a baby.

Simon, I think it‘s probably for the best
that you don‘t have any drugs.

I'm sure Tara will understand.

- Have you got a girlfiiend?
- No. You know that.

Then you'll excuse me
if I don‘t give a shit what you think.

You can share mine if you like, Si,
I've got some tabs.

What? Like LSD?

Nah, I've nicked
some of my dad's sleeping pills.

Apparently if you mix them with
Ribena, red wine and cough mixture,

it gives you a well good bun.

- Is the bun crippling stomach acid?
- Oh, yeah, it‘s good, that.

Like, mix in some Lunllde as well.

Gives it a more crunchy bun.

Thanks, Neil, but Tara's expecting me
to have some puff,

so I'm flicked because someone
is a total bullshitter.

Fucking hell, if you're gonna be
so menstrual about it,

I'll go and score some shit here.

Oh, yes, off you go to "score", Scarface.

I will. You coming, Neil?

Yeah, all right.
Get us a Ribena and wine, Si?

Half and half, yeah?
It‘s got to be quite pacific.

Specific.

Fucking Simon,
I have to do everything for him.

He'll probably want me to bone
that girl for him too.

- Show her how it‘s done properly.
- Exactly.

So when you do it,
do you do more like bump or grind?

What?

I was just thinking about
whether it‘s best to bump or grind,

cos you can only do one or the other,
when you think about it.

Nah, not me, mate. No, I do both.

And I slap. They all love a slap.

- You're not bullshitting me, are you?
- Oh, what? Neil, come on, mate.

Sony, it‘s just that you keep saying
you can get loads of drugs,

and so far the only drugs you've got
is tea. It just makes me think...

Neil, don‘t, all right? Just don‘t. OK?

I haven‘t scored any gear yet because
where am I supposed to get it from?

My mate's in Afghanistan.
I can‘t help that.

And there's no-one here dealing.

What about him?

Shit. Right. Er, yeah.

- You going over, then?
- Yes.

You'd better come too.

- You know, as muscle.
- Right, cool.

Look hard. This might get tasty.

- Oh, can I have some gum?
- I ain‘t got any, I'm pretending.

All right, mate? All right?

My mate wanted to say something to you.

Yeah?

- Sort me out, geeler.
- What?

Please sort me out, geeler?

- I've got 20 quid.
- So what? What do you want from me?

You know, gear.

Sweet Mary Jane. Ganja, man.

Oh, so you want to buy drugs?
And you came to me - why?

- Well, cos we saw you...
- Cos I'm black?

You saw a black guy at a gig and
thought "must be a drug dealer“?

No, we didn‘t...

You fucking white boys
are all the same.

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?

Yes, I have, but that‘s not the point.

The point is, you assumed I had some
just cos I'm black.

- Could we buy some, please?
- 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?
- Yes, I do deal,

but you keep missing the point.

Look, here's 30 quid.
Can we just have some pufi?

Yes, you can, but only because
I'm a dealer, not because I'm black.

Now fuck off.

Can you roll it up for us, please?

Ifevertherewasanadvertisement
fordmgsnotbeingcool, Jaywasit.

My first ever gig was in full swing,

and as Simon searched for his date,
I was enjoying it, in a way.

Do you like the taste of beer?

I don‘t know if I do, actually.

What the fucks this?

What? Oh, hi.

Didn‘t realise Pete Doherty
was coming along.

- Is he?
- No, I mean you, you twat.

- Oh, right, because of the hat?
- No, because you flicked Kate Moss.

Obviously, it‘s the hat. Hi, I'm Will.

Are you the guy who shit himself
in the cum?

Yep. Now, Tara, don‘t you
think it‘s just cool here?

Great vibe, no need to drink too much

or take anything to make it better.

Could not get better, could it?

- Jay‘s sorted it.
- No way?

Yep, no bullshit, he's totally done it.

The man even rolled one up for us.

- Oh, cooll
- Yeah, course.

He's waiting outside.

I don‘t want to be a killjoy,
but I just think you should remember

that what you're about to do is illegal.

So's doing bombs in the swimming pool,
but I do that because it‘s fun, yeah?

Come on, Simon.

Technically, that‘s not illegal.

Ididn'tknowwhichiivasiivorse-

thatmyfriendiiiiasabouttododnigs
just to impress a girl,

orthesmuglookonJay'sface.

Here we go, boys and girls.

- Cool.
- Nice.

So you've actually got it, then?

Look, when I say I'm gonna deliver,
I fucking deliver.

Like a postman with Tourette's.

- Right, who's first?
- I've never done it before.

- Haven‘t you?
- No, go on, Simon, show me how.

Maybe Jay should go first
because he sorted it. Only fair.

Nah, I'm cool. Taking a breather.

I smoked one the size of a parsnip
whilst I was waiting for you latmomers.

Or maybe ladies first? So that is you.

No, I'm nervousl Go on.

OK All right, I suppose.

I couldn't really blame Simon.

If I thought a lit girl like Tara
might get off with me,

I'd probably mainline heroin
into my eyeball.

Great, that was really great.
Here you go.

What? You didn‘t even inhale.

You've got to take it
right in like a cigarette.

Oh, yeah, I know.

Sometimes I do it that way
cos it just gets your, um,

cheeks nicely stoned,
but... l'll have a go your way.

That definitely went in that time.

Right in the lungs. Tara?

Cool.

How are your cheeks feeling novn
Have they got the munchies?

- Can I have a go, please?
- Oh, right, sony.

This is cool.
Just us here, smoking a foul doobie.

Oh, yeah, hanging out
by some bins near a skip,

in the cold, doing drugs.
Oh, it‘s very cool.

Very cool indeed.

Yeah, that is good weed. Neil?

No, I'm all right,
I've got my sleeping tabs.

What about the Ribena and wine?
I had that earlier.

It all gets mixed up in my tummy
anyway, so it should be all right.

What about you, Just Say No?
Or are you still too scared?

Oh, yes, I'm scared. Scared that
you three won‘t think I'm cool enough

to hang out with any more. Oh, no.

- (CROWD CHEERS)
- Oh, no, Failsafel

- Shit, we can‘t miss them.
- No way, Josel

- Come on, then, guys.
- No, you're all right, Jose.

- (NEIL LAUGHS)
- I was questioning my beliefs.

Lfiiiiinners don'tdodnigs, howcome
SimoniivasolfiivithlovelyTara

whilstliivasstuckiivithtiivomorons, half
alagerandabottleofcoughsyrup?

I'm definitely feeling something now.

This is good weed. Might try
and get a shipment in for Glastonbury.

Yes, I mean, it‘s the next logical step
from buying a small amount

for you and a fiiend,
dealing to 70,000 people in a field.

All right, all right. Keep it down.
You never know who's listening.

- Who?
- Old Bill, undercover bacon.

These places are usually crawling
with filth. I've got to keep on my guard.

I think I'm coming up.

How many singers are on stage?
It looks like five.

Ask Professor Downer, he'll know.

Just because you've had a puff
on your first joint

doesn‘t make you Kurt Cobain.

Look, if you want to be a mummy‘s boy,
that‘s fine.

But stop trying
to bring us down, man.

Am I a mummy‘s boy because
I refiise to bowto peer pressure,

or am I in fact the opposite?

You're a mummy‘s boy.

Go on, petal, have a puff.
Show us you're not scared.

I would, but I don‘t actually smoke
because...

Oh, what‘s that thing
you get when you smoke?

- Sen
- No, cancer, Neil.

- Fine, eat it, then.
- I could do,

but as I keep explaining, I have
no interest in getting, as you say, high.

I feel brilliant.

Well, from the outside you seem basically
the same, but a bit more boring.

It‘s all right, Neil, he's scared.

Course, scared.

Give it here, then.

Right, happy novn So you can shut up about
how you like to chase the bloody dragon.

I've had some,
I feel fine, let‘s move on.

Fucking hell, not all of itl

You've eaten all of it.

Yes, so in my life,
I've had even more drugs than you,

and I still think it's pathetic.

I told you to keep that on the down-low.
He looks federal.

So while I tried to work out
what "federal" meant,

Simon was experiencing moshing
for the first time,

which is a bit like being beaten up
to music.

This is so fucking cooll

Yeah, fucking cool.

Easy, mate.

Ohl Bit, um... aggressive, but cool.

Simon, you've got to mosh,
or they‘ll crush youl

Oh, right, that‘s what we do, is it?

- Ohl
- (THUD)

Are you all right, Tara?

Oh, my nosel Aghl Ohl

Back at my MENSA meeting,
things were starting to happen.

Tuesday, then, yeah?

Are you all right, Neil?

- You're dribbling.
- Yeah, thanks.

You can have it back Tuesday.

When it came to killing off brain cells,
Neil had very little room formanoewre.

Meanwhile, Tara being a combination
of stoned and concussed

- was working in Simon's favour.
- Is your nose OK?

My nose is OK,
but I still feel a bit queasy.

If I see the bloke that did it,
I'll... gnr,

- you know.
- You'll what?

- Dunno.
- Did you say "gm"?

I think I did. I'II "grrri"|

(GIGGLES) Like a tiger.

I'm Tony the Tiger.

Gnnl Gnnl

- Morel
- Gnnrl Run'rl

I'm sure pretending to be a big cat
ora slow-moving robot

wasn't the standard reaction
to doing dnigs,

butlwouldhavetakeneitherofthose
overwhatwasgoingoninmyhead.

I don‘t want to sound mental,

but I'm starting to feel a bit like I'm in
a bubble. Is this what being high is?

Do you feel like
you're in a thick bubble?

Nah, it‘s cool.

I feel pretty nice, like up but down
but chilled but ready to do it.

Oh, God, this isn‘t good. I feel unusual.

Why did you let me eat it? Why?|

My arms feel odd.

Oh, just shut up, enjoy it.

Jay, I think I'm going wrong.

Time is going by really,
really, really, really slowly.

You need to call an ambulance right now,
because I can‘t use the phone.

My arms don‘t work,
and my hands are sausages.

- Fuck off.
- Jay, I'm serious.

You feel miles away.
I think I might be dying.

What if I'm a dead person?
Please call an ambulance.

I can‘t call an ambulance,
because they‘ll bring the fucking police

and I'll get done for dealing.
And with looks like this,

if I go to prison,
my anal virginity won‘t last a day.

But... my hands?

I'm not calling an ambulance, so stop
being a baby and just ride it out.

Oh, God.

Neil, Neill You've got to help me.

Everything's going flat,
and I think I might be dead.

- Huh?
- Help mel

I'm getting random arm movementsl

Sleepy time. Sleepy time.

Solcouldn'trelyon Neil,
butlknewone thing forsure-

Ihadtostopmyfuckinganns.

(GROVVLS REPEATEDLY)

Can I say something?

I don‘t know, can you?
You just did, so probably yes.

OK, clever clogs, can I do something?

Depends what it is.

- Tara, what did you want to do?
- Oh, this.

I feel sick

It‘s got to be the joint.
I shouldn‘t have done it.

Right. Maybe stick your fingers
down your throat,

try and get it all up,
and then we can go again?

Yeah. I think I can make it to the toilet.

Don‘t move.

Listen, Simon,
this is very important information.

Call an ambulance,
and tell them I'm in a bubble

and everything is very flat.

I'm a bit busy here, Will,
can you look after yourself?

I can‘t stop my arms.

Look how random my arms are.

- Help mel
- Look, I'm in here, Will.

Can you please fuck on?

Didn‘t make it.

Ineededhelp. Jay was useless,

Neil was getting an early night,

and Simon was too busy
licking vomit olf Tara's tonsils.

- Thanks a lot, guysl
- I really needed help.

Howcouldlgethelp?

- (FEEDBACK)
- Hello.

Hello, everyone.

Can somebody call me an ambulance?

Because I'm in trouble.

Time is moving really, really slowly,

and everything is flat.

I need you to call me an ambulance,
or failing that, my mummy.

I really want my mummy because,
and I'm not being dramatic,

bu‘t I think I might be dead.

Is that clear? Mummy, or ambulance.

I don't remember the details
of that night especially well,

butldokriowthat
despitetheirloveofviolence,

the bouncers were surpnsingly kind to me,

which could only mean
I looked proper mental.

- Are you sure it was just cannabis?
- I ate it. I'm really sony.

Is my mummy coming?

- Can you make my arms stop?
- We'll do our best.

Wha' g'wan?

Someone called an ambulance,
and they‘re taking him away.

Oh, fucking Jesus, oh, no.

It wasn‘t me that sold it, right? Not me.

- Oh, shit, the blue lights.
- It‘s an ambulance.

That‘s what they want you to believel

lthadbeenaiiiieekoflirsts.

Our first gig.

Our first dnigs.

ThefirsttimewehadtoadmitJayhad
delivered on one of his bullshit claims.

Simon's first actual girlfriend.

Andthefirsttimelspent
twodaysinbed

silently crying and trying to make
the walls stop moving.

♪ If you really iiiiant some understanding

♪ You will learn
it can be quite frustrating

#lfyoureallywanttounderstandit

♪ You will learn
it can be quite demanding. ♪