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The working class

not work.

It makes me laugh. Tell them to stay

sitting all day...

and are happier

pigs in sh*t.

- What? Already the time?

- For you, no.

There comes a burden

lime and sand this afternoon.

I want those empty flats

for Wednesday...

because we will begin to drop

the shutters on Monday morning.

I just passed through the dining room, Gus.

It is most hygienic.

This morning there

a pair of rats there.

Insurance also

are pointing to the strike.

Look! If you have even taken

a deck.

Eventually, they form a circle.

The uncle of the letters,

into the street.

- Who has got?

- Smurph.

Guileless, innocent, simple.

Seven letters.

Naive.

- "In-ge-nuo. Maybe.

- Always good to have you vocabulary.

Before it was very like you.

Candido, simple... Innocent.

A lovely word.

Very broad.

- Come on, cut off the pace.

- That's it.

- It's going to get behind the stove.

- Be careful.

- Wait.

- There it is.

Care.

Here goes!

Not let him escape!

- Do not touch that. Leave it where it is.

- So we will see better.

Cut the jokes, Larry...

The Falklands

was easier than this.

- Come on, kill it.

- Dale fuerte!

- Have you caught!

- The rat b*tch...!

- We did it, guys.

- You're in that hole.

- Give me the bill.

- I'll get him.

- Surely there is a nest.

- Insurance.

Thank you.

Come on, get out.

- Here, do this.

- Okay.

I see the nest.

There's the nest.

Here they all are.

- There are, whores.

- Rat Bastard.

Hell, there are a whole battalion.

The catch with his hands,

the bastard!

F***. Are dead.

Yuck!

Yuck.

- Mamonazo!

- Do not hurt me!

- I have done nothing!

- I'm in the sh*t like you.

If I see you again or the a**hole

of your colleagues are dead.

- And now a shell, you bastard!

- Bud!

Screw you!

"Susan Miles?

I found your bag

near where I work.

I have water boiling.

Want some tea?

I could use.

Ok. Sorry,

but I thought you were the owner.

It awaits

from one moment to another.

- Ya.

- And I do not see him.

I'm here.

- Remove those things.

- Yes

Thank you.

Do you serve tea?

A penny.

Bastards.

- Did you read my diary?

- No.

- Really?

- Word of Scotland.

- It's green.

- What?

It's green.

Is green tea.

It contains no caffeine.

- Caffeine makes me nervous.

- Is there milk?

No, do not use dairy products.

Cholesterol, high blood pressure...

Arteries.

Are you a doctor?

Me? Doctor?

- I'm a singer.

- A singer?

I am working as a peon.

It is temporary.

- "Where you sing?

- Over there. At different sites.

Right now,

anywhere.

Are you gaining?

- What?

- Unemployment. If you charge...

- Is it an interview or what?

- Just asking.

No. I have the proof soon.

What sign are you?

- Aries.

- Aries?

Aries. The ram.

- Is that good?

- It is what it is.

- Want to know?

- Okay.

You have a peculiar view

on. How's that?

A flash, a spark, signal

a vibrancy and challenging.

How's that?

His eyebrows are very wide.

- I do not know.

- Not much.

A little, well yes.

The truth is that shooting

the "I Ching" every day.

Come on, remove that.

I lean more toward the commercial.

To that I get, you know?

- Yes?

- Pants...

colored socks

and so on.

- No, seriously.

- Sorry.

- It pays.

- Really?

- There is great demand in the market.

- Really?

- Yes I have big plans.

- Lots of money?

Just getting into the scene.

Just open a shop little one.

You know, maybe

sell from a van...

or setting up a stall.

The pawn

is temporary...

It's sh*t.

What of underwear

is better.

- "More tea?

- No. Thanks.

And where you are tested?

There is a test.

It's a concert.

- Singing with a group.

- Where?

- You will not go.

- Yes

- No, no way.

- I'll bring some colleagues, we will lump.

No way!

Maybe I'm not going either.

It's a big mistake.

Could be someone important.

- You never know, right?

- The Grapes of Wrath, Stoke Newington.

- I'll be there.

- You're not.

Why? It may be

your big chance.

I doubt it.

- Gus, we can not have that here.

- Somewhere I put them...

- It's raining cats and dogs.

- There are too many things here.

These prefabricated partitions

2 kilos worth, can not get wet.

How do you work? We must

hanging rails, using the lathe.

Well have to get by.

- If something sucks, I tell descontar.

- Gus!

What?

- Speaking.

- What?

- The common-noun, on the phone.

- What common-noun?

- The Boss!

- What the f***!

You two,

is not there.

- Over here.

- You know exactly where it goes.

I have told myself.

Do it.

- Damn, look what you've done.

- Sorry, sorry.

You, the top, move!

Benidorm you're not in Minnesota!

It looks like a bombing range.

Hello?

Hey, boss, wait.

- Hello?

- Hello? Hey, Gus.

- Wait.

- Gus?

Sorry, boss,

was a false alarm, sorry.

- Hey, boss...

- This Brave Warrior...

Libby Crow Naked

Do you copy? Change.

Calling Brave Warrior,

"I get you? Change.

I'm busy,

wait a minute.

Say, boss.

What?

Me cago en la leche!

Someone to talk to me!

The mother who bore me!

Sh*t!

Too bad you do!

Do not come back here, baby!

Out!

Out!

Out! Out! Out!

Out! Out! Out!

Out! Out! Out!

Out! Out! Out!

- You hear the bottom?

- Neither desire!

"And who are you?

It was like feeling the music

deep inside...

everything was spinning,

was singing and I did well...

and was like...

Look, wearing my lucky egg.

The group is not very good.

I think.

- Have you seen the guy in the corner?

- Yes, I've seen.

- Well...

- Do you think a journalist?

- These guys never say anything.

- Never say anything.

- It's my stop. Sorry.

- Wait.

Do not go.

Do not say goodnight.

Hey, if I do not now

I'll tell a "good morning".

Perfect.

I want to be something better

this, okay?

- Good evening.

- Good evening.

Sh*t, I must go.

Are you going?

If I leave now, I will lose

another bus. What time is it?

You can stay if you want.

- I do not think that's a good idea.

- Why not?

- Hardly know you.

- I've seen it all.

Not much.

Oops...

Nothing personal,

seriously.

I think it's the most personal thing

you can do.

I do not want to

complicate my life right now.

So far so good.

I thought all was not right.

Well, Mars is rising.

- Mars...

- Yes, Mars.

You're like a cowbell.

Okay, guys, let's see. Look at

Larry in Liverpool with his helmet.

Look at Larry in Liverpool

with a check by wearing a helmet.

Fiama also carries the helmet

and also going to charge.

You, will you charge?

Seth, put on your helmet.

Ishmael, Ishmael!

Fiama, are you going to the bank?

- How about you do you care?

- It checks, right?

- Are you going to charge?

- How much you give me?

Give it up your ass, man.

- Look, you bastard.

- I give you three pounds.

- Three pounds? Screw you, man.

- Three pounds or nothing.

- F***!

- Want to go to the bank...

and I miss the food

for only three pounds?

"You take 30 pounds

of the boys this week?

- I do not know what I asked.

- And how they charge, then?

No name, no surname...

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