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- Dunno. It's thingy, innit.

- Genetic.

- His nan's a midget.

- Party down Kitchener Road.

- What'd I tell you?

- It's that posh bird.

- Yeah, she's a right goer.

- Bristols out there.

- No chance.

- Really?

Dave, what's that...

Wanna go to a party? Everybody's going.

- Where?

- Kitchener Road.

All right, then.

Only takes 20 minutes, half an hour,

to get there on a scooter.

- Where you off to, then?

- I'll see you later.

- Yeah...

- Come on, Jim, give him a kiss.

Ferdy.

This is the place, lads.

Come on, then. Come on.

All right, John?

Yeah, straight in. No problems.

Come on.

- No gatecrashers.

- Gatecrashers?

He's calling us gatecrashers.

You didn't even bring any bottles.

- Piss off!

- Who the f*** are you? Prince Philip?

I happen to be the boyfriend

of the hostess.

No, you're f***ing not!

Listen.

Look, this is Sandra's party, right?

Me and me mates have been invited...

John.

Here, where'd you get that shirt?

All right, Jim?

- Anything you fancy?

- Nothing there.

- I see you found a bird.

- I know her.

Here, that's mine, ain't it?

Can I have that one? Ta.

Here, Dan,

you seen what's goin' on in there?

Go in there, it's a laugh.

You'll love it.

Cheers.

- Penny for your thoughts.

- Oh, let's have some.

Come on, Monkey, don't mess about.

Not unless you give me something first.

What?

You always have to ask, don't you?

One, two, three for you.

- Where'd you get these?

- That'd be telling.

You forgot I work for a chemist.

Oi!

- What's going on?

- Come on, then.

Come on, let's go.

People try to put us down

Talkin' about my generation

Just because we get around

Talkin' about my generation

Things they do look awful cold

Talkin' about my generation

Hope I die before I get old

My generation

My generation, baby

Why don't you all...

F*** off!

Don't try and dig what we all s-s-say

Not trying to cause

a big s-s-sensation

Just talkin' about my g-g-generation

My generation

My generation, baby

And again! Come on!

Why don't you all just fade away?

Talkin' about my generation

And don't try to dig what we all say

Talkin' about my generation

No!

- Dave?

- Leave it out, Jim, will you?

- Give us a break.

- I'm sorry, John.

Get in there.

- Dave?

- What?

- What are you doing?

- What do you think?

Oh, yeah.

Where have I seen that face before?

- Are you all right?

- Yeah, get in there, my son.

- Piss off, will ya?

- Sorry.

Shut the door!

What's that daft geezer doing now?

Oi!

- Knock it off.

- Mind where you're going.

Jimmy!

Jim!

Great!

- What is it?

- Oh, my God!

Look at my plants.

Every year is the same

And I feel it again

A loser

No chance to win

Leaves start falling

Comedown is calling

Loneliness starts sinking in

But I'm one

I am one

And I can see

That this is me

And I will be

You'll all see I'm the one

Here y'are.

- And the paper.

- Thank you.

- Take that to Mr. Phelps.

- Mr. Phelps, eh.

- Here y'are...

- You're late.

The letters.

Saw the rushes today, Michael.

- The "people like you" film. And?

- I'd like you to look at them.

- Sure. What's the problem?

- The overall campaign's going well.

- Seen the posters?

- Yes. Gorgeous tart.

The trouble is the clients

are getting over-greedy.

As usual.

They want to corner

the entire youth market.

Cut right across the groupings.

Well, it's all right with As and Bs.

Training professionals, young managers,

graduates, that type of person.

It's Cs and Ds I'm worried about.

A little bit upmarket for them.

I'll have a look at it for you,

with pleasure.

- 2.30 all right?

- Fine.

You don't think this talk of lung cancer

will make any difference?

Oh, no. Young people like it.

They don't worry about that sort of

thing. Glad I gave it up when I did.

Psychopathic, that's what it was.

Making me feel...

Shut up, both of you, and listen to me.

Your next assignment is to get

that swine Sir Thomas Weller.

Weller? Why him?

Are you bonkers? He's the guv, ain't he?

Not any longer...

Where you been?

Fell asleep on the train.

I wound up in bloody Neasden.

Running about on motorbikes all night,

I'm not surprised. It's not normal.

In the middle of

a nice, quiet piece of scenery

and kick him to a pulp.

Oh, yeah? What's normal, then?

Let me do it.

I've got some new boots I can try out.

What's that?

Tonight, I want you to do

a little job for me personally.

Hello, Jim.

Thought I'd just pop by, like.

- You don't mind, do you?

- No, I don't mind. Come in.

Cheers.

- What's the matter, then?

- She's misfiring a bit.

Yeah?

It's your plug.

Got some tools on the bike. Hold up.

I'll go and have a look.

Gis a go at this.

You'll break your leg off that.

No wonder you wear them big boots.

That's the best bike ever made, mate.

I got a ton-five out of that

the other day.

- Sure.

- Better than that poxy hairdryer.

- Oh, yeah?

- Yeah.

Well, that isn't it, is it?

I mean, it isn't the bikes, is it?

It's the people.

And the people who ride these

are states, third-class tickets.

- Do what?

- Well, rockers.

All that greasy hair and dirty clobber.

It's diabolical.

I don't give a monkey's arsehole

about mods and rockers.

Underneath, we're all the same.

Nah, Kev, that's it: I don't want to be

the same as everybody else.

That's why I'm a mod, see. I mean,

you gotta be somebody, ain't you?

Or you might as well jump in the sea

and drown.

That's why I joined the army.

To be different.

To get away from all this.

Don't matter where you go,

there's always some c*nt

who wants to push you about.

Run it, please.

Two bob.

I'll see you.

- Three fours.

- No, no, that's bollocks.

- Three of a kind don't beat that.

- It bloody well does!

- Who says?

- I do.

He's right, you know, Harry.

Will you run it, please?

Your deal, Des.

I was late.

She was waiting.

In the wrong place.

And by the time I found her...

Could you get us some of those

French blues, then?

I'll have to see, won't I? I dunno.

You in?

One card. Down and dirty.

Make a mod out of you yet, Harry, eh?

I don't think, though,

they make Levis in your size.

Bollocks.

You and me.

- All right, I'll go.

- Three.

- Two bob.

- For people like you.

- I'm out.

- So am I.

You are a f***ing jammy bleeder, Cooper.

You're getting chicken, Des.

Look, I only had an ace.

I gotta go off to Broadwick Street now.

- Take some stuff up there.

- Run that film again, please.

Shall we get out?

Oh, yeah, Des, I don't like to be cruel.

Here y'are, take it all back.

It's yours, you won it.

That's the ten bob I owe you.

F*** off, I ain't carrying

all that f***ing change about.

You take it or leave it, me son.

Take it or leave it.

I'll see you later, Harry. See you, Des.

Mr. Cale sent me up to collect

some stuff for Broadwick Street.

Yes. I've been waiting for you

for over an hour.

Yeah.

Come on, hurry up.

That stuff's got to be over there fast.

F-A-S-T.

Watch the cloth, moth.

What a tacky Herbert.

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