[Carlin walks into the lounge, takes three snooker balls from the snooker table and puts them in an extra sock. The two people playing snooker look confused]
Carlin:
Carry on.
[Carlin continues moving and stands at a corner. Richards is kicking Woods]
Woods:
[to Richards]
Ah! Leave it out, Stripey! I ain't hurting you!
Richards:
You're in my bleedin' way!
Archer:
Oi!
Woods:
It's all right, Ben.
Richards:
What's up with you, weirdo? You want stripin' do ya? You might get left alone 'ere, but I'll cut you to bleedin' ribbons if I get any of yer poxy lip 'ere!
[Carlin whacks Richards with the sock containing the snooker balls. Eckersley tries to report this to Mr Sands but Carlins orders him not to]
Carlin:
Back, grass! I said, get back, shit head.
[Eckersley backs off, Carlin kicks Richards and returns the snooker balls]
Carlin:
Yeah, well, carry on.
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