It was fun while it lasted kitten.
Are you okay…? I… I’m sorry you got mixed up in this… She’s out to get me because I sort of… Well I sold her out back in America to get… home. So… God Frank don’t… Don’t do this.
She’s just a crazy bitch… Fuck… He coughs a little and struggles to stay awake.
Drew enters the bar bloody and limping. He walks straight past them and heads straight to the alcohol.
"Good to see you, Basher. Little bitch got away. But I know where her mates are. Gave me a run for me money. Little shits."
Oh… wait for it…. wait for it….
Try not to wet yer knickers when I gut you.
He’s not underestimating you because you’re a woman, sunshine, he’s estimating you correctly because you’re clearly on crack.
Couldn’t have said it better meself.
You’ve got wrong end of the stick, sweetheart. You don’t know much bout Frank, do you?
Don’t think I won’t batter you just cause yer a woman. I ain’t no gentlemen when you fahk with me mates.
Need a hand, mate?
Nice one, Bruv. Bring yer favourite toys. Someone thinks they can fahk with me and mine. Not happenin’.
Ello mate. Wanna step outside, yeah? Wanna have a chat with you, all quiet like. No one has to get hurt, chief.