Mr. Caird: You're supposed to be changing in the gym with the others! Gerry McCarten: I haven't got any decent kit. Mr. Caird: I haven't got any decent kit SIR! Gerry McCarten: Well that makes two of us. Sewell: So where are we going? Gerry McCarten: We'll do C & A's, Smiths, Boots, Marks & Sparks... Gerry McCarten: So how much do you think people are gonna give us, for something we've nicked from a shop called, "Everything's a Pound?" Sewell: Well which do you want man, the dearest or the cheapest? Sewell: What's funny about that, like? Gerry McCarten: Sewell man, we're going nicking. Nicking things to sell. For proper money like. Vicar: He was a loyal friend, a doting father, a loving husband who was cruelly taken from us, during a moments lack of concentration, crossing the inner-ring road, late last Thursday night. We will all miss Billy McCarten. Gerry McCarten: Thank fuck the busdriver didn't. Gerry: Thank fuck the bus-driver didn't. Sewell: If I'd wanted to hear a whining asshole, I'd have farted.