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And it is my contention
that we made an oral contract

in which I very clearly stated
that you are not permitted on the premises.

Yes...

written communication
is permissible.

Yes, I can confirm it's made its
arduous journey from the letter box

to the other side of the door.

Yes, I am eating properly.

No, I am not seeing anyone, because,
due to your defective genes,

I am intolerable to other
human beings.

Yes, I'll see you again, no doubt.

Goodbye!

Goodbye!

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Oregon?
Oh, God!

What are you doing here so early?
I stayed late.

I'm trying to put
together a fundraiser for Tunisia.

You can't keep punishing
yourself for what happened, Oregon.

What you did was terrible,
but you have to move on.

Alison, I ruined our protest
campaign,

I got an innocent man deported
and I broke his penis.

Have you ever broken a man's penis?

I have not.

It's not a good feeling.

I've decided, for personal reasons,

to resign as
President of the Union...

You're joking!

I never joke.

No, that's true, actually.
You really don't.

I think you should stand
as President.

Really?

I mean, God, yeah,

that does actually make perfect
sense.

Listen, you've got a lot of work
ahead,

but first you need to go home.

Yeah, yeah, I could do with
some proper sleep.

No, you need to go home and change
and then come straight back.

You've got a lot of work ahead.

Oh. OK, yeah.

I probably shouldn't sleep anyway.

I keep having that dream where
everything I touch turns to blood.

JP, the bathroom is fucked. Not only is the
plughole completely blocked with this...

Eugh! And when I tried to have a shower, it
caught fire, which was really disorientating,

because there was water
and there was fire,

and they weren't cancelling
each other out.

Sounds trippy.

How are we meant to wash?

Well, we've got a hot tub!

You could just take
the dead pigeon out.

Morning.

I'm boracic. Anyone want to lend me
some cereal?

Don't eat mine.
The slugs have been in it.

So why don't you chuck it out?

The bin's full.

So why don't you empty it?

I'm standing to be
President of the Union.

Alison's given me some advice.

Alison's amazing.
So you keep saying.

I know you think I'm gonna buckle,
but I'm not gonna buckle.

Tell you what, I'll give you a hand
with that... if you want?

Me and you, back together,
like Thelma and Louise.

Yeah, OK.

I mean, obviously without the crime
spree and the dying at the end?

Yeah, if you like.
I've never seen it.

Still not buckling.
Morning!

Oh, my God, it's
Helena Bonham Carter.

Get out the Goth balls,
we've got a Goth infestation!

It just expresses how I feel.

Morning, Nuts. Who are you texting?

The lady is not for buckling.

Although I just saw something move,
so I am buckling.

In that case, you might as well
take the others out.

I was wondering when we'd meet.

You what?

I'm Noah, we're neighbours.

Somehow I've never seen you guys
emptying your bins before.

And what are you?
The fucking bin police?
We operate a fairly ad hoc system.

Ad hoc being Latin for, "No-one
ever fucking empties the bins".

Sorry, I didn't mean to sound
rude. Yeah, well, you were.

And I'm not having it,
cos I've only been up ten minutes

and I've had to stand under
a shower that burst into flames,

walk through slug slime and unblock
a plughole full of pubes...

We've got a shower you could use.

I'm Josie. Sorry, what did you say
your name was?

Noah. Noah?
Yeah. Great to meet you.

Good to meet you as well. Come in.
Great.

That's Dean doing the ironing,
Harry's setting the table,

and that's Rob making breakfast.

Wow. Look at this place.

It's like fucking Narnia!

Mmm?

Hey.

You haven't brought me
a cup of tea, have you?

No. Good.

Um... JP's mid-poo

and just realised
we're out of toilet paper

and he said you might have an
emergency "doomsday scenario" supply?

Is it your birthday?

Um... no.

Why didn't you tell anyone?

Because birthdays are arbitrary
events full of ritualised humiliation

designed to make a small cartel
of greeting card manufacturers rich.

You should have a party. What? Like a party
your parents have for you when you're six,

when a so-called "magician"
threatens to saw you in half,

and you - quite understandably,
out of fear -

wet yourself in front of all
the children from your street?

No, not like that.

And you can't let one bad
experience put you off.

I was speaking hypothetically.

So, how old are you?

Wow.

How can that be?

There are a number
of contributing factors.

The passing of time
not being the least of them.

Well, I mean, you should
celebrate your birthday.

People will want to
celebrate your birthday with you.

I beg to differ.

I want you to promise me
not to tell anyone.

I've gone to great lengths to delete
my date of birth from the internet.

I promise I won't tell anyone.

OK.

Thank you.

Here. This is for you.

Thank you.

It's Howard's birthday, and I'm going
to organise a party for him,

but don't tell him -
it's going to be a surprise!

Well, that's not going to happen.

What do you mean? Because I'm
standing right behind you

and I've heard your secret plans
so they are no longer secret.
By announcing your surprise,

you have ruined it.
Oh. Sorry about that.

Never mind, we can still have a
party. I do not want a party.

No-one will come to the party.
He's got a point.

Of course they will, and we can have
carrots and hummus, and it'll be great.

There will be no party.

There will be, so maybe
it'll be a surprise after all.

It won't. Because I heard that too.

What the fuck?

JP?!

Oops.

Sorry, Nut Bush.

I appear to have dropped the iron
whilst I was doing the ironing.

You never do the ironing.
I know.

That's probably
why I dropped the iron.

I just don't know how to iron.

JP, that iron could have really
fucking hurt me.

You know what? I think it could have
really hurt you.

I think the iron
could have definitely hurt you.

In fact, I think that iron could have
caused you some pretty major head trauma.

Did you do that deliberately?

No!

No, why... Why would I do that?!

Why would I want to hurt
pretty little Kingsley?

JP, I've already told you,
there's nothing going on with Sam.

I checked your phone.

423 text messages. To Sam.

It's not that many.

It is that many. I counted.

I told you not to go anywhere
near her, and you have defied me.

You are mind-fucking her.

I am not.

Even if I was mind-fucking her,
which I'm not,

because there's really no such thing
as mind-fucking...

..this could have killed me.

Are you trying to kill me?

Would it make you happy
if you actually killed me?

Yes. Yes, it would.

I don't think it would. Because
you'd go to prison for murder.

I don't think it would
make you happy to be in prison.

Do you know what they do
to posh people in prison?

Let them out early?

Yeah, actually,
that is probably true.

But still, you don't want
to go to prison.

That's the point of prison.
It's not a nice place.

Maybe it would be worth it.

It wouldn't be worth it, and you're
talking very close to my face again

which I find very off-putting, by the way, and
I know that's the intention, but please stop.

Well, I will stop doing it
when I've run out of things to say.

Which is now.

Oh, I think I've sorted us out
with a megaphone.

We don't need a megaphone.

How are we doing with the manifesto?

Yeah, "we" are doing fine.

Good, because when we've finished
that,

we need to spend some time
thinking about slogans.

No. No slogans.

Read my lips, no more sound bites.

Mmm. So once we brainstorm them,

I'm going to give you
some acting lessons.

So, I've put the invitation up
on Facebook.

We are having a H party!

Heroin? No, the letter H.

It's fancy dress themed,
all around H for Howard.

Oh, right. Everyone'll be coming
as Harry Potter, then.

I won't be coming as anything.
Howard - you have to have a party.

OK, fine, if you're going to force me
to have a party, I will have a party.

But not your party,
because I have decided to have...

a LAN party.

What's a LAN party?

It's fairly self-explanatory.

Everybody links up their PCs to
create a local area network or LAN.

And in this case, to facilitate
a marathon session of Infiniminer.

It's a game.

We play a game.

What kind of game?

It's a bit like Minecraft,
but more limited and less popular.

And thus, far superior.

FYI, I'm also having a party.
That's right. We are.

Alison and the left coalition guys
are coming round,

hopefully for my coronation
as leader.

Oh, man, the shit
we're going to get up to!

Yep. Don't worry,
I won't let power change me.

I mean, I'm still one of the people.

By the way, our party's a garden
party, so I'd appreciate it

if you kept your fancy dress party
in here

and if you kept the supergeeks
in your room.

Right, cos nothing says party
like a strict zoning policy.

Dean, did you put that
second load of washing on?

Yep. I thought I'd hang them up for
you, if that's all right?

You're such a sweetheart.
Noah, how's dinner coming along?

I've made spaghetti Bolognese.

God. Of course you have.
That's so cute!

So what's the plan for after dinner?

You give me a shoulder rub
and I'll tell you what the plan is.

Oh... Oh, yeah, that's good.

You can give me a foot rub
if you want.

Harry, why don't you take a break
from ironing, rest up just for a second.

So, food's just about ready.

OK, I'm going to tell you what
the plan is for this evening.

I'm guessing that none of you
have ever played poker?

OK, in that case,
here's what we're going to do.

We're going to roll a spliff,
we're going to drink tequila

and we're going to play
strip poker... for cash.

What's going on?

Nuts, I feel as though
I owe you an apology.

So I've cooked you dinner.

It's risotto.

OK. Well, thanks, JP,
that's very mature of you and...

Is this broken glass?

Wouldn't have thought so.

It's probably just a bit of
transparent rice.

Or maybe a pearl onion.

It's broken glass.
Are you sure?

Yes, I'm sure.

Well, that's very poor.

You'd expect better from Waitrose.

JP, you can't keep trying
to kill me!

I'm not trying to kill you, Kingsley.

I'm just trying to massively
shit you up.

Nutsford... wait.

Please.

I need to ask you a favour.

Weird way to ask a favour.

It's not so much a favour
as a demand.

I want you to ask Sam to the party

so that I can show her
how over her I am.

Why would I want to do that?

If there was nothing going on,
why wouldn't you?

There isn't anything going on.
You're going on a date with her.

It's not a date.
We just both like Nick Cave.

I'd take Josie, but Josie's got shit
taste - she likes Mumford and Sons.

What's wrong with Mumford and Sons?

I love Mumford and Sons. They're
perfect for drinking cider to.

First Blunters, now Mumfers,
is nothing sacred?

I'm not inviting Sam to the party.

What if I showed Josie all
of the text messages?

All 423 of them.

What if I've deleted them,
even if I didn't need to

because they were
perfectly innocent messages

about why I might make
a good controller of 6 Music?

What if I told you that I'd taken a video
on my phone of me scrolling through them?

What if I said,
have you really done that?

What if I told you
that I had done that?

What if I asked you to prove
that you've done that?

What if I showed you this?

Then I would probably say,
why don't I invite Sam to the party?

Good man.

Now, come on,

your risotto's getting cold.

There's more glass in here,
isn't there?

Shouldn't have thought so.

So, I've had a look at our manifesto

and I think we need to make
a few changes.

Oh, we do, do we?
Is that what we need to do?

Yeah. I mean, look at this.

"Involve the Union in real world issues
like the problems facing Tunisia."

No-one cares. I care.

"Ensure the Union safeguards the student
hardship fund." Again, who cares?

Again, I care.

And you know you're probably
eligible for that.

Exactly!

I'm eligible and I don't care.
It's boring,

and it's not going to get us elected.

OK, what do you think would get
me elected?

All kinds of stuff.

We promise to put a bouncy castle
in the library.

Well... Ah-ah-ah!

We get Metallica to play a gig
in the library.

Basically anything to liven up
the library.

OK, Vod, I've been thinking

and I think maybe I should
just do this on my own.

Don't be stupid. You need me.

Now budge up, I'm going to take you
through the plan I have

to turn the laundrette
into a head shop.

Ace-high flush, motherfucker!

Get 'em off! Get 'em off!

Off, off, off, off!

Oh, wait.

Shit, I gotta go.

Don't worry, don't worry,
this... is to be continued.

Where've you been?

Oh, I was just next door...
to the library.

Next door to the library?

Yes, I was at the library

and I got bored so I went next door
to the pub.

There isn't a pub next door
to the library.

It's an expression.

Yeah, "I went next door..."

..as in, "I went to the pub."

I've never heard it. Is it a Welsh
thing? What? Yes, exactly.

Who's that?

Who's that? Well, that's my mum.

I texted her saying I hadn't heard
from you and now she's panicking.

God, Kingsley,
that's such an overreaction,

I was only next door... to the
library.

I've never heard that.

Oh! Prince?

I'm not Prince. I'm George Harrison.

Who are you?

Harry Potter.

Couldn't think of anyone else
to come as.

Oh, God.

Oh, what? Come on!

I know. Classic, isn't it?

Why do posh people always
dress up as Nazis?

I'm not a Nazi. I'm the Nazi.

The uber-Nazi.

Why would you want to dress up
like a Nazi?

It's funny.

Hitler's funny, isn't he?

What if I zhuzh up the hair
and just make it like a normal Nazi?

Normal Nazi doesn't begin with a H.

I could be Prince Harry!

Are you genuinely saying that
this isn't a brilliant idea?

JP, what if there are some Jewish
people here tonight?

Kingsley, Jews have
a great sense of humour.

They're famous for it.

You can definitely
make fun of a Jew.

Jewish people can make fun of
themselves. Are you Jewish?

Do I look Jewish?

Not right now.

JP!

I'm Howard...

from "Howard's party" fame.

Hey, Josie!

We saw you were having a party
so we thought we'd drop by!

Guys!

So great to see you, here,
in my house.

- We've got a message for you...
- We want our boxer shorts back!

Hello? Gentlemen? Josie?

Kingsley, hi.

These are just some guys
that I know.

Oh, right. Where from?

Oh, you know. Next door.

Er, so you mean next door,
as in the pub?

Er, next door as in
the house next door.

Sorry, who are you?

I'm George Harrison!
I'm obviously George Harrison!

Are you Josie's boyfriend?

Yeah, I am her boyfriend and we're
very happy together, aren't we?

Yes.

In a way, chill out,
cos you're being a bit uncool.

Well, that's a joke, because I'm not
uncool. I'm actually really cool.

I'm George fucking Harrison.

OK, I'm going to give you guys
the tour.

What's Heather doing here?

Oh, I basically invited everyone
Howard has ever met.

Is it a problem?

No. God no. We're all grown-ups.

Brilliant, aren't they?
Go on, get involved.

They won't bite.

Honk, honk!

I said to her, "Oregon,
you have got to run for President."

I mean, a year off studying - result.

You get paid - kerching.

We get to book our favourite bands.
Hello!

Plus, unlimited power, hm?

Sex on tap.

Plus, people salute you
when they walk by.

Or at least they will
when we change the constitution.

So vote for Oregon...

and I'll give you a line of whizz.

What do you reckon?

Hello. Not Infinimining?

We gate-crashed your other party.

You have two very cool parties.

Howard, look at me,
I've come as you!

Why would you do that?

Cos you're a dude.

You're the guy that got
his tits out for feminism.

Hey, everybody! It's Howard!

Well, it's been interesting
talking to you, Vod.

Yeah, a lot of people are saying that
tonight. God, I must be on good form.

So, what is your role
in Oregon's campaign again?

Basically, she's running for
president...

I'm running her. She's the puppet,

I'm the puppet master.

Well, not puppet, that sounds bad.
Mascot?

We need to have a private chat,
inside.

Yeah, OK.

Killer party!

Thank you.

Candice, I owe you an apology.

Your party is a great party.

People have been coming up to me
and saying really nice things,

and the last time that happened was
when I went to Abercrombie and Fitch,

but those people are paid to say that
so it doesn't count.

What I'm trying to say is that...

You've made me realise... You've...

You've made me realise that...
Howard.

Sabine?

Happy birthday.
It's nice to see you.

If it's OK, I would like
to speak to you in private.

In case you were wondering,
I'm Hannah Montana.

I was hoping that we could talk
alone?

Trust me, they're not listening.

I'll be blunt. There was a guy,

I moved into his place,
put my toothbrush there,

but it was all bullshit
so I won't do that again.

And now I feel very alone so I was
wondering if you'd like to go back

to our previous arrangement of being
friends with sex benefits?

I get very horny,
especially when I'm ovulating.

There was a time when I wanted
a relationship with you,

but you weren't interested.

So that hydrofoil has
sailed, Sabine -

all the way to Rotterdam.

Now all I want is
a relationship with Candice.

But unfortunately,
I'm not good enough for her.

It's obvious that she likes you.
I mean, why shouldn't she?

You're very attractive

and surprisingly good at sex,

given your lack of practice.

So, if you like her,
you should ask her out.

Otherwise you will be playing
terrible games,

with odd people,
the rest of your life.

You're right.

I should ask her out.

Candice?

I have something to say.
Oh, Howard!

This is Gary.

Gary is my date for the evening.

Oh...

Hi.

Welcome to my party.

I hope you have a good time
at the party.

That's the point of a party.

What were you gonna say?
Um...

Just how much I love...

these Marmite sticks.

Great. I'm gonna go
and get them.

He's a bit boy-next-door, isn't he?

The boy next door.

What's so interesting about him?

Oh, look, there's Heather!
I haven't seen Heather since...

Oh, since you pretended to stop
seeing her when actually you hadn't.

Hi, guys.

I saw you updated your relationship
status on Facebook.

I was like, "Aw, you two
got together!"

So, congratulations...

Thanks. Thanks.
So when did that happen?

A while ago.
Pretty recently. Or a while ago.

Can't have been that long ago. Kings and I
were going out not that long ago.

Right! When was it exactly,
Kingsley?

Who cares?

It's all... ancient history now,
isn't it?

Or not ancient history, but history.

Boring old history. I hate history.
Let's not talk about history.

Let's talk about the future.

What's the next big thing
after Google Glass?

Who have you come as?

You look like Prince. Or a Mexican.

I'm obviously George Harrison!

Obviously!

Sabine... I've changed my mind.

I would like to take
you up on your offer.

Oh! Unfortunately, I've already made
arrangements with another man.

Of course, cos there will
always be someone better than me.

Because I'm a fairground
monstrosity with whom

only an enlightened and
compassionate Victorian doctor

could have a meaningful
relationship.

Howard, that's not true.

It is true! Oh...

All right, gorgeous?

Oh, fucking perfect! Even the fake
me's better than the real me!

Like all relationships in politics,
it's been...

You know, it's been challenging,
but also very rewarding.

Just to clarify,
is Vod running your campaign?

No! No. She's not running my
campaign.

Maybe you should listen to this.

I mean... the way
I like to put it is

she's like the puppet
and I'm the puppet master.

But in a nice way.

I'm not your puppet!

Why would I agree
to be your puppet?

Well...

You didn't really know.

That's the thing about puppets,

they don't know they're puppets,
they're muppets.

You need to disassociate yourself
from her. She's a liability.

Please don't tell me what to do,
I'm not a puppet!

But, yes, that is what
I was going to do.

But not because you told me.

Vod. I don't want your help.

You're nothing to do
with my campaign.

Right.

Oh, it's like that, is it?

I know when I'm not wanted.

No, you don't. That's the problem.

Fine.

Maybe I'll stand against you.

Don't be ridiculous!

You'd be a disaster.

You don't think I can do it?
No!

Obviously, I don't
think you can do it.

You can't do it.
You'd be a terrible politician.

It's just talking to people and pretending
to listen to them. How hard could it be?

Well, for you, impossible.
I see what you're doing.

You're putting me down,
because of your own insecurity.

You might want to look into that
behaviour, mate. I've done therapy.

For one day.

What can I say? I was fast-tracked.

Some people don't need to do it for
ten years. I went in, sorted myself, left.

Then why do you sound so mental?

Hello, ladies.
I'll be your server for this evening.

Might I recommend
my speciality thick shake?

You've gotta suck on it pretty hard
to get a mouthful, but it is quite tasty.

So have you written any
songs about me since we broke up?

I've been imagining you
thinking of me and strumming away...

I've not written any songs
about you, no.

Too busy masturbating?

All right, Kingsley? Yeah...

This isn't gonna be weird
with Josie, is it?

Er, no.

Why would it be weird with Josie?
It's not gonna be weird with Josie.

It might be a bit weird with JP,

because he threatened to kill me
if I didn't invite you.

He made me invite you. I didn't
actually want to invite you.

What? But it's lovely to see you.
And welcome.

What is going on? Nothing.

JP! This has to stop.

Oh! Excuse me, ladies.

Oops! Caught with my hand
in the nookie jar! Are you jealous?

Seriously, are you...
are you jealous at all?

JP, there is nothing going on
between us. Leave me alone.

Why won't you like me?
This is so unfair!

It should be me that's sending you
423 text messages, not Kingsley!

You fucking what?

That didn't sound good.
You've sent her 423 texts?

No. Maybe.

Yes! But some of them
were really short.

Are you having an affair?

Yes, he is having an affair -
an affair of the mind!

You're the one
having the affair of the mind.

Are you OK, Jose?
This must be a bit awkward for you.

Do you think this is funny?

There's a certain irony.

Yeah, and you love irony, don't you?

That's just one of the many things
about you that really gets on my tits.

To be fair, that gets on my tits as
well.

That's not helping.

Yeah, I do love irony. Maybe because
I'm intelligent enough to appreciate it.

Who's the bitch?
My sentiments exactly.

But also, back off,
none of your business!

Watch out for her - she'll break
your arm if you're not careful.

I did break your arm
and I'm glad I broke your arm.

And if I'd broken your pelvis, maybe
you wouldn't have shagged my boyfriend!

He wasn't your boyfriend, remember?
And it's not my fault he liked me more.

Except he didn't,
which is why he's with me.

Yeah. Is he? Or is he with her?

I am here.
So am I, although I wish I wasn't.

Yes, OK, maybe he did take
a couple of weeks to figure it out,

but in the end, he chose me!

What do you mean
"taken him a couple of weeks"?

Oh, dear.
What's going on? Are you a player?

Er, he's not a player. If anyone's
a player...

Shut up! Keep out of it!

Did you cheat on me
while my grumpops was dying?

Not so funny now, is it?
Though there is a certain irony.

Don't you slap him,
only I can slap him!

Don't slap him.
Don't tell me not to slap him.

You can't slap him!

- That's for slapping him!
- Oh, God!

This is hideous!
I actually wish I was dead.

Don't feel sorry for him!
Don't you dare find that endearing!

I can't believe
I was ever friends with you.

You're a horrible person!

I'm not a horrible person.
Actually, she's not.

Now get out before
I break your pelvis!

Although that sounds like she is.

Kingsley?

Please, please don't have sex
with Sam this evening!

JP! Oh, I'm still here!

Good point. Why?
Good point. I'll go.

Maybe best if I don't
see you at the gig.

Yes. Sam?

Sam! You were gonna go
to a gig with her?

It's only a gig!
What were you gonna do?

Mosh up against her... mosh pit
until you... headlined?!

What?!

Yes! I do think
I'm a better person than you!

You abandoned your husband
in a shopping centre.

Er, you stole my identity
and put me in a play,

which was terrible,
until I saved it.

You didn't save it, you hijacked it,
like you hijack everything else.

Oh, you are so insecure,
it's unbelievable.

And you're an egomaniac who has to be
the centre of attention at all times!

I can't help it if everyone
thinks I'm fucking cool!

This election is not
a popularity contest.

Yeah, it is!
And I'm much more popular than you.

Maybe because I don't go around
fucking guys and snapping their knobs off!

Right!

This is fucking war!

You stand against me and
I will crush you like Blair crushed...

whoever it was he stood against.
Was it Major?

Probably Major!

It is on, mate. Bring. It. On.

- Oh, running away already?
- I'm going to bed.

Yeah, running away to bed more like!

Yeah, I might turn in as well.

I am absolutely tamping with you,
Kingsley! I cannot believe this!

Jose? I think we're gonna leave.

Yeah! And what about these guys?

"Going next door" isn't a phrase, is it?
It actually means "going next door".

You've been seeing another man,
and his three mates!

You've been seeing
an entire other house!

I don't have to tell you everything!
We're not married!

Yeah, you know what? I'm glad.

Right! Sorry to ask this,
but can I sleep at yours?

Yes. Great!

Howard?

I'm sorry about the party.
It didn't go as well as I'd hoped.

Right, everybody out!

Come on! All of you! Out!

Show's over! Move it!

Everyone, get out of my house!

Fuck off!

Go on! Fuck off, Seabiscuit!

You!

You shit!

You dick! You stole my woman!

I didn't. She. Doesn't. Like. You!

She does!

JP!

She is my woman!

Women aren't possessions!

Stop talking in meaningless
riddles!

Ow! Fuck! My head!

You dick! Ow!

No, not the face! Not the face!

Gentleman's code, Kingsley!

Let go of my hands!

Why? So you can punch me?

Yes! No!

Stop. Trying. To. Kill. Me!

You can't hurt me with boobs,
Kingsley!

I thrive on boobs!

That's it.

Guys... our giant statue of Howard
is complete!

Oi!

JP!

JP, calm down!

JP, put down the bread knife.

OK, I will put down the bread knife.
Watch!

I haven't done anything with Sam.
You should be thanking me!

OK, fine! I will thank you!

I'll thank you with this!

And this!

You knew how I felt about her!
You should've stayed away from her!

What? Like you with Josie?
That's different!

How? Because I am more
important than you!

I should be mad with you!
You've ruined things with Josie.

Not the wok! Not the wok!

Why is everything always my fault?!

Not the olive oil.
It's Tuscan extra virgin.

Fuck the olive oil!
Everything is always my fault!

Don't fuck this person in the house!

Don't buy the house!
Don't clean the fucking house!

Don't throw the
virgin fucking olive oil!

Well, you know what, Kingsley?
Fuck you!

Fuck all of you!

You now realise you're just

smashing up your own property?

Fuck you! Fuck you!

Fuck you! Fuck you!

Fuck you!

Fuck you! OK, good talk!

If we're all finished
here, um, I might

just go for a lie down and think
about how my life has fallen apart.

Night!

This was meant to be spear year!