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once we're settled in, eh?

Give us a cuddle, big man.

- Thanks, mate, I owe you.

- I owe you, mate.

Alberto.

- Don't let that fresh air wear you down.

- Miss you, mate.

- You take care, right.

- I will, man.

- Mo, thanks for everything, pal.

- Gonna miss you, Robbie.

I'll check my pockets, you wee c*nt.

Mind, guys. Don't spend it

on the slot machines. Do something.

- Be good, mate, eh?

- Take care.

Won't forget youse.

RHINO:
He's turned out all right, eh?

- A wean, a bird, a motor.

- And a job.

- He's done well.

- He has.

So what now?

Lots of dosh.

F*** it. Let's get wasted.

- Hey! All right, good call, mate.

- Sounds good.

You're a scamp, Robbie Emmerson.

From the first day I saw you.

( The Proclaimers: I'm Gonna Be)

But I would walk 500 miles

And I would walk 500 more

Just to be the man who walks

a thousand miles

To fall down at your door

And I would walk 500 miles

And I would walk 500 more

Just to be the man who'd walk

a thousand miles

To fall down at your door

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