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We may have to wait a while for her message to be taken seriously. |
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Years? |
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Ponce lol |
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Man: Ponce. I hears him but makes no response. Goes into the Gents. I [mentally]: I could hardly piss straight with fear. Here was a man with three quarters of an inch of brain who'd taken a dislike to me. What had I done to offend him? I don't consciously offend big men like this. This one has a definite imbalance of hormone in him. Get any more masculine than him and you'd have to live up a tree. (he reads eye-level grafitti) "I fuck arses". Who fucks arses? Maybe he fucks arses. Maybe he's written this in some moment of drunken sincerity. I'm in considerable danger in here. I must get out of here at once. Marwood heads single mindedly back to the bar. Man [calling out across the pub]: Perfumed ponce! Withnail is settled at the bar, chewing on a pork pie. Withnail: You'll be pleased to hear Monty's invited us for drinks. Marwood: Balls to Monty, we're getting out. Withnail: Balls to Monty? I've just spent an hour flattering the bugger. Marwood: There's one over there doesn't like the perfume. A big one. Don't look, don't look. We're in danger, we've got to get out. Withnail: What are you talking about? Marwood: I've been called a ponce. Withnail turns to address the whole pub. Withnail: What fucker said that? The Irish bruiser gets up and walks over to them. Now he is upright we see he is very large indeed and looks in the mood for a fight. Man: I called him a ponce. And now I'm calling you one. Ponce! Withnail [smiling through his pork pie]: Would you like a drink? Man: What's your name? McFuck? As he shouts this he jerks the scarf from around Withnail's neck. Withnail [dragging up all his acting abilities]: I have a heart condition. I have a heart condition. If you hit me, it's murder. Man [working up a rage]: I'll murder the pair of y'ers! Withnail: [Pathetic whisper] My wife is having a baby. [Hits on a plan of action] Listen, I don't know what my f... [starts to say "friend"] acquaintance did to ups |
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there's biscuits in that container next to the saisho 3-in-1 cd/tape/fm tuner |
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