Vernon:
The suspense is killing me, what did Steven do?
Harry:
That fucking junkie came on to my cousin last night at the Harlequins. And when she wouldn't suck his fucking dick, he bottled her.
Justine:
You've got to be kidding me!
Vernon:
What!
Harry:
I'm serious as fucking cancer. She's scarred, man, permanently, and she's 17.
Vernon:
Hang on, Harry. Is this true, Gordon?
Gordon:
It's unfortunate, but it's true. The place erupted like fucking Vesuvius, man. There's not a stick of furniture left in the place. For real.
Martin:
If you were to walk into Harlequins tomorrow night with his head on a fuckin' stick, you'd be a hero, man.
Ord:
Why would you even say that, why would you say that?
Vernon:
What are you doing? You're just making it worse. Everybody, take a chill pill, okay? Just calm the fuck down.
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