George Cornell:
Well, well, well, all the pretty boys together, eh?
Steve:
Piss off, Cornell.
George Cornell:
How's your boyfriend, lately? Still in tears over his auntie?
Steve:
You wanna watch your mouth.
George Cornell:
You what?
Steve:
I said, you wanna your mouth.
George Cornell:
[grabbing him]
Poofs don't warn anyone! You listening? You tell your fat poof friend he doesn't scare me! Oh, he's bringing over his Yankee friends from America, getting ideas a bit above his station, inn'he? Well, tell him he can own all he likes, but he's still tied to his mother's apron strings. OK? Goodnight, girls.
[he leaves]
Steve's Friend:
You gonna tell Ron?
Steve:
I don't think I'm gonna have to. Half the fucking pub heard him.
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