Doghouse
Aw, f***...
F***in' hell!
What's the matter with you? What?
- I'm not a bloody prostitute!
- All right, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
Christ's sake, this was our second date!
Was it? Listen, listen, all right...
I was on the tequilas
last night and, um...
- What is your name again?
- Oh, you're kidding.
Tell you what, if you was a prostitute...
you know... you'd be caked.
- Argh!
- Ow!
What's the matter with you?
That was a compliment!
You know what I mean, I can't win!
I've got the pox of it.
Tell you something else,
you're only an old dog, anyway.
Maybe "boys' weekend,"
wasn't the best choice of words.
Whatever. Have a nice time.
I'm not one of those guys
who ditches his mates for his girlfriend!
- I don't want you to ditch your mates!
- What DO you want?
An invite would've been nice.
No girls allowed, darling.
I didn't know
there was gonna be strippers!
- And Neil's not in charge. I am.
- That fills me with confidence.
I'm only going to my gran's.
I'll be back on Monday.
I'll have the locks changed before then.
Bex, Bex...
It's for Vince. Vince!
He's helped me
out so many times, I've lost count.
When I first came to London,
he supported me. I owe him.
Lots of people get divorced, Mikey.
He'll get over it.
Yes, by spending a weekend
getting trollied with his mates.
Well, you can celebrate
your own divorce with him!
I thought you'd react like that,
so I glued your ring on.
- See you Monday, babe. Love you too!
- Mikey, if you walk out that gate...
You don't know whether
you're coming or going, do you?
Patrick!
I'm going. I'm going!
The first weekend
and you bugger off to the wilderness
to rediscover your testicles!
It's bad enough I have to tell them
you've quit your job...
Welcome to Sonic Stress Therapy.
It's going to be a beautiful day.
Let's start it with a smile.
- Anxiety is almost the same...
- Are you just gonna f***ing go?
No, no.
It's a symbol of his identity, and the
source of his primeval inner strength.
So how come the Zombie Girls
kick his arse on page four?
How many times have I told you
they're NOT zombies?!
- All right, calm down. It's only a comic.
- No, no, it's not only a comic.
This is a... It's a unique
and often misunderstood art form.
This... is a painstakingly crafted,
and carefully balanced alignment
of words and art, OK?
- What, like TV?
- Do you want it or not?
- No, it's stupid.
- Right, piss off!
- Go on. We're closing early, OK?
- What? Why?
Spaceltime anomaly.
You mean... you want
a bit of time alone with your missus.
Don't touch her. Get off her and get out!
Go on, then!
Go on, out!
And don't come back!
Little knob-end.
Vince, you're not getting out of this!
- You're coming with us!
- We're gonna have such a good time!
Be careful! Be careful! Be careful!
Oh, you bastard!
Bastard!
Bastard!
Bastard!
Bastard! Argh!
THE HORRORS'
# She's a special girl, you know
# The kind I'd hope to see
Hanging on a wall
# Watching me cross the street
# I wonder how long it will be
# Before I'm sick of her
And I no longer care
# Where she goes or has been
# Cause she's the new thing
# Cause she's the new thing
# She is the new thing
# Well, she's the new thing
# She is the new thing
# She is the new thing
# Another new thing
# Feel my stomach sink
As I curse my slow limbs
# She is the new thing
# Always a new thing
# Staring at her, ulterior girl #
Thanks.
- Vince, you left this behind, mate.
- Ta.
- I have.
- Where's Banksy?
- Late.
He's always late for everything.
He showed up on time for his wedding.
Why's that funny?
Well, he showed up, and, um...
she didn't show up at all.
+ Lucky bastard!
Here, I'll give him call.
Oh, sh*t!
"... you're through to Banksy Electrical.
Please leave your name and number
after the tone, and I'll... "
Banksy, you're wanker.
Hurry up!
Liven yourself up, lazy-bollocks!
Hey, Pat, what's with
them golf clubs, man?
There's no golf courses
where we're going.
That's why have this bag...
my little friend.
You know there's more
to life than football.
- All you need is the open air...
- Me nuts, ow!
I don't think your new-age
golf therapy is gonna work on Vince, Pat.
Vince is real man, Pat, not like you.
You should've seen him
in his glory days, Mikey.
I mean, they used to call him Fearless.
a raging bull just to protect his mates,
and still manage to buy the first round
from his hospital bed.
Yeah, that's only 'cause you guys
picked up what was left in me wallet.
- We helped you.
- Go on, show Mikey.
- Oh, yeah, look at this!
- Let's have a look.
Pamplona Bull Run '96. He screamed
like a girl the whole way around.
I wish I was there, man...
Sh*t!
Sorry, mate, seriously.
Let me just...
Anyway, where were we?
Snap out of it, Vince.
Today you re-discover your inner bloke.
You don't wanna miss it.
Me inner bloke's all right, thanks.
He's not, though, is he?
He's lost his way.
We all have.
All suffering from social gender anxiety.
Is that some sort of disease
or something?
Nobody knows, that's the problem.
The second you try
to figure it out... doomed.
Not you, Vince. We're gonna
bring you back from the brink.
- Oi, no smoking!
- Shut up.
- You're outnumbered.
- Ooh, I'm terrified
Slag.
- Charmer...
- Wha'? Wha'?
- Now, listen to me, boys...
- I thought it was funny.
This is the plan.
First thing we do in the country,
we piss up the trees, mark our territory.
Then we're gonna find a pub and drink
till we've forgotten how to speak.
We'll communicate in grunts like
cavemen, until we pass out in the woods.
Any questions?
- Are you Michael? I'm the driver.
- Hey, she's the driver!
Wanna see my driver's license?
Uh...
That's Mikey,
the little squirt sitting there.
I'm Neil. What's your name, babe?
I can tell you now it's not "babe".
It's gonna be a long drive, isn't it?
Looks like it's heading that way,
don't it?
I tell you what, let's start again.
- My name's Neil.
- My name's Ruth.
From now on it's Candy.
Ignore him, RUTH. He's a throwback.
He hasn't evolved properly.
Call me Candy.
Come on!
Wehey! Woo-hoo!
- Right, boys, you ready?
- Yeah!
Get on these two here, look.
I'll tell you what, women love me.
You got enough petrol,
babe, and all that, yeah?
- Have you called Banksy again?
- He'll show up.
He's like Mikey's missus.
You can't shake him off.
It looks nice, but it's a piece of sh*t.
- What?
- It's f***ed.
But I've only had it five minutes.
Someone's run the knackers off it.
You can't fix that with a nice paint job.
You're the one
who's getting divorced, ain't you?
Thanks for bringing it up.
There's worse things
than getting divorced.
Rape, murder, castration.
Fair enough.
What's in a weird village like Moodley
that you can't find in London?
Mikey's nan lives there.
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