Kevin Tonkinson:
[having been arrested for drink-driving]
It wasn't my fault, boss, I had to swerve to avoid the traffic!
Mike:
Only because you were on the wrong side of the bloody road! How many milligrams did you have?
Kevin Tonkinson:
88.
Mike:
88 bloody milligrams! You go on the piss all day, you've ballooned out like the Pillsbury Doughboy! You've really let me down this time, Tonka, I'm telling you.
Kevin Tonkinson:
I wrote an apology, boss!
Mike:
Oh, fuck the apology! You could go to jail for this! What sort of system am I going to play then? Three across the middle and one in bloody Pentonville?
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