Romper Stomper Page #3

Get lost.

She smoked my|f***ing stash.

Rob, I know we haven't|known each other for long

but we feel bad|about what happened.

We'd like to|give you money

to pay for|the food we ate.

You have money?

Pigs!

Rob, don't|be a bastard.

We want to make it|up to you.

Well, stick it|in the hole.

if you want|this money

then have|the decency

to see us|face-to-face.

Serves you right,|you wanker!

I'll kill you|for this, Megan!

Shut up!

Ha, ha, ha!

Hello!

Oh, come on, guys.

Let him go.

How's it going?

Oh, yeah.

"Oh, yeah."

Is that all you got|to say for yourself?

Hello, Chris.

Hello, Chris.

Let's have a tonguey|for the skins.

Come on.

Tonguey for the skins.

F***ing faggots,|are you?

Tongue, faggots!

Faggots!

Sonny!

We're going to stay here|for a while.

You guys don't want|to hang around, do you?

Do you?

Now, I'm going to ask|you nicely to leave.

if i see either one|of you again...

I'm going to chop|your legs off.

Okay?

Okay?

Stupid sh*t.

Hando.

Hando,|I'm starving, man.

Hippie degenerates.

Oh, hot food.

Yeah, so do you|do much cooking?

Sometimes.

Really?

My mum was a good cook.

And I liked|home ec at school.

They had a great kitchen|at Linley.

Where?

Linley Hall,|it's my old school.

Well, one of them.

What is this sh*t?

Vegetables and pasta sauce.

Anything else?

Well, I used everything we had.

Hey, Sonny.

i can put different sauce|on it if you like.

Like the disposal unit?

Bloody wog crap!

Thanks for helping.

Sometimes I live|like a slob, you know.

But when I|make the effort...

Oh, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. It|was an accident.

Don't!

Don't!

Stop it.

No!

All right.

It was an accident.

Gabe?

Gabe?

Gabe?

What are|you doing?

Davey, do|something!

What's wrong?

She's a spastic.

So, what's the matter|with you, then?

Does it happen often?

Sometimes.

I'm not crazy or anything.

No one said|you were:

I just get these|fits sometimes.

There's stuff|i can take for it.

I say we get a shotgun|and spray Harold's window.

Shotguns are for|Elmer Fudd, d*ckhead.

I vote we get|a .45 automatic

and blow the head gook|back to Singapore.

Saigon, stupid.

i fired a .45|at a range once.

it was far out.

You never used a .45.

Don't sh*t me, Sonny.

What would you know,|baby Bubs?

An anti-static gun's|big news for you.

We can get any sort of gun|we want from Bully.

All we need|is the cash.

We need it|up front.

if you lot are going|to shoot people...

We're going.

Then go.

We don't want any|f***ing passengers

from here on in.

So f*** off.

Sonny...

Do you want|to come with us?

No.

I want to kill gooks.|Gooks.

Gooks.

We could go|fruit picking.

i hate the f***ing country.

Don't I?

All right, then.

You'll all|end up f***ed.

You'll end up f***ed|if you don't piss off.

You f***ing moles.

I want guns.

Luke, Magoo,|Champ, Brett.

I want revenge.

Bully handles cars, eh?

Yeah, f*** cars.

Let's do a burg.

You want to knock|over a house, do you?

What about it?

I know a place you could do.

It's better than anything|you got on your minds.

Hi.

Ow. Ow.

F*** your mouth.

You're not going to hit|me again, are you?

Ha!

How are your|renovations going?

Ah, bloody endless.

More Bundy, less Coke.

See, I remembered.

Are you going to stay?

No, this is|just a visit.

Oh, God!

I love you.

Do you know that?

I'm sorry.

Huh?

Sorry.

I'm going to go|to the loo.

I'll be back|in a sec.

Ha!

Nice place you have here.

Who the hell are you?

We came to wreck everything|and ruin your life.

God sent us.

Cheers, mate.

Good on you.

To Martin, the big,|fat, rich pig.

F***ing sack of sh*t.

Oh, f***, mate.

You hit me|in the eye, there.

Gook.

Thanks, Martin.

Oh, sh*t.

Oh, f***, mate.

What's in it?

Whack it|in there, mate.

Whack it|in there.

That's sh*t, isn't it?

Could be worth something.

The guns will be worth a lot.

Hey, Gabe.

Bubs.

Hey, Hando.

i found one|without the barrel filled in.

It doesn't work, though.

None of them work, Bubs.

The firing pin's|been ground down.

Still looks good, though.

So what does this bastard do|anyway?

Well, he used to be|in advertising

but he made films.

He did Mortal Blade|and Last Blood.

They came out|last year.

Did you|see them?

So how do you know him?

He's my dad.

He won an award

for this poster.

It's good, isn't it?

Did you see it?

He's very talented,|you know.

I'll play you.

Go on, then.

Oh, you f***.

Hurry up,|come on:

Let's get it|f***ing loaded

so we can piss off.

What a|f***ing tragedy

breaking this up|for parts.

Cackles!

Just be f***ing|careful, all right?

Martin really|loved this car.

Hmm.

Blotted his|copy book

with that piece|of sh*t, didn't he?

Jap crap.

Bubs!

Come on.

Why are you doing this to me?

I want to see you squirm.

Incredible little b*tch.

I loved you.

That wasn't love.

Let me go, Gabrielle.

Why didn't you love mum?

Did she know about us?

Did she?

Sometimes... I think|she killed herself.

She died in an accident.

An accident,|that's all there was to it.

I loved her...

and I loved you.

Shut up!

And you wanted me!

Next time,|I'll aim at your skull.

Check this out.

Timmy and Ted|went to bed

Dressed in red|dressing gowns.

Who's Timmy and Ted?

My cats.

I used to always do this.

That's my brother,|Nicholas.

He's gay now.

He's cute, though.

You're cute, too.

Give me a look.

Oh, it looks all right.

See, Hando doesn't act|like he likes me.

He likes you, though,|doesn't he?

He's my best mate.

I want him to go away|on a holiday with me.

Just him and me.

And you.

You'd like that,|wouldn't you?

You like me, don't you?

Don't you?

Quelle etrange|ardeur s'allume!

Quel feu nouveau me consume!

Ta main repousse ma main

Ta main repousse ma main

De nos coeurs|I'amour s'empare

Et nous change en ennemis

Non, que rien|ne nous separe!

Non, rien!

Non, rien ne nous separe!

Non, rien!

Jurons de rester amis!

Jurons de rester amis!

Jurons de rester amis!

Jurons...

Oh, oui!|Jurons de rester amis!

Oui, c'est elle,|c'est la deesse...

I'll kill you, boy!

C'est elle,|c'est la deesse...

He's got a gun!

Ayons meme sort!

Soyons amis|jusqu'a la mort.

Gabrielle!

Stop doing that|to your hair--

You look f***ing|pathetic--

and while|you're at it

keep the f***ing|noise down as well.

I told you to shut up!

What's wrong with you?

You, you dumb slut--|shut up.

Don't go crazy at me

just because you and your mates|f***ed up.

You had it all|on a plate

but no, you had to play|silly buggers with the car.

Why couldn't you just|take his stuff and go?

You're a loser.

Don't call me that.

No one ever calls me that!

I was going to give her|to you, anyway.

I want you to go.

i'm sick of|looking at you.

Go!

We're finished.

You're out.

Just like that?

Yes.

All right.

All right.

You...

You'll all end up...

Shut up.

You live like sh*t!

You can't even|look after yourselves!

You're just... hopeless!

Where the f***|are you going?

I'm going home.

Well, good riddance|to you, too, boy!

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