1. Max And Paddy's Road To Nowhere,
sponsored by Chorley FM.
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2. Paddy's hungry.
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3. Yeah, I could do with a bit o' somethin'.
I'm ravishing.
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4. Have we nowt in t'back?
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5. We've yet to do a big shop, my friend.
The cupboard is bare.
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6. Why don't we get in one of these country pubs,
get some dinny-donny-din-dons?
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7. They've got some beautiful eateries.
Nice carvery.
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8. Beautiful. Nice, thick, juicy steak,
like t'sole of your shoe.
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9. Did I tell you about that mixed grill
I had in t'countryside?
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10. No.
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11. Listen to this. The plates
weren't round, they were oval.
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12. Food were that wide and that high.
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13. - Ooh. And what were on it?
- What weren't on it?
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14. Steak, liver, beef, kidney,
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15. liver, chops, pork, liver,
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16. a tureen of chips and two -
count 'em - two fried eggs.
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17. £3.50 the lot.
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18. That's one thing I could never be,
a vegetarian.
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19. Man can't live by chips alone.
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20. I tell you what's worse than being
a vegetarian, being a Mekon.
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21. Being a what?
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22. A Mekon. Them lads can't eat nothin'.
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23. A vegan, you tool.
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24. Ah, that's it, yeah.
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25. No, Paddy loves his meat.
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26. Call me old fashioned
but what I like is white, tender,
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27. off-the-bone chicken.
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28. What's yours?
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29. - Cow!
- You what?
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30. COW!
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31. Don't know where we're goin'
Got no way of knowin'
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32. Drivin' on the road to nowhere
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33. Spongin' for a livin'
Checkin' out the women
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34. Ridin' on the road to nowhere
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35. And we don't take shit from anyone
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36. The only thing we wanna do is have some fun
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37. - We're Max and Paddy
- Paddy and Max!
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38. And best of all we don't pay council tax.
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39. Is it dead?
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40. Either that or it's gonna piss it down.
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41. Just come out of nowhere.
What sort of place is this, where animal is king?
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42. Look at the state of the bumper.
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43. It'll belong to one of these arsehole farmers.
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44. They let them do what they want.
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45. Here, let me shift it. Come on.
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46. Whoa! Whoa! Grab its hooves, not its tits.
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47. You'll be covered in milk, man!
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48. Cows playing chicken. What next?
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49. - They're loaded, these farmers.
- We'll have him for this. Every penny.
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50. Look at all t'land he's got.
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51. I saw a case like this on Judge Judy. A couple
cleaned up - and that's before t'whiplash.
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52. - How is your neck?
- Agony. Agony.
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53. Agony, yes.
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54. No answer? No, he'll be inside...
COUNTING HIS MONEY!
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55. He should be out, teaching his cows road safety.
Come on.
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56. He's here.
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57. Ahoy there!
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58. Hello there. Lovely day, innit?
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59. It was.
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60. You come to mend the barn roof?
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61. No, my friend here's just knocked
one of your cows down.
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62. He's what?
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63. Just came out of nowhere, mate,
didn't stand a chance.
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64. - Not again! Which one was it?
- Black and white one, big head.
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65. - Is it hurt?
- No, it's dead.
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66. Oh, God! Are you all right?
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67. My motorhome's not, it's a right mess.
Smashed headlamp, bumper, the lot.
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68. They're always gettin' out.
I keep tellin' 'em but they won't listen.
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69. - They?
- Try puttin' fences up.
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70. Fences cost money, boys.
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71. So do headlamps and bumpers, cock.
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72. We 'ad all new fences round 'ere
but what with the winter we 'ad,
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73. they all got ruined.
Can't afford to replace 'em.
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74. Then the foot and mouth wiped us out.
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75. Here we go - sob story.
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76. All this was fields at one time.
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77. Scrubland. But my dad worked on it till
his fingers bled in the summer of '69.
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78. Shockin'.
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79. - Look, Jackanory, what about our bumper?
- And our headlight?
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80. - What about 'em?
- They want fixin'. Who's gonna pay for it?
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81. If you've come lookin' for money,
I ain't got nothin' here.
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82. You must have something, you're a farm.
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83. All's I've got left is the old girl.
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84. Whoa, we don't want your wife.
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85. - We're not swingers.
- No.
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86. Oh, no, not my wife. She's gone too.
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87. Dead three years this spring.
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88. Got knocked down by a combine harvester.
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89. She's buried over there.
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90. And over there.
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91. And just over there.
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92. Rest in pieces.
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93. No, no, no, no, I'm talkin' about
this old girl, here.
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94. She's the only thing I've got left of any value.
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95. A pig? As compensation?
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96. I've heard it all now.
Where there's blame, there's a pig.
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97. What are we s'posed to do with it?
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98. - You could sell it.
- Hang on. C'mere.
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99. It's not a bad idea. What d'you reckon?
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100. I smell bullshit, and it's not the pig.
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101. - D'you know how much pigs are worth?
- Do you?
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102. They're worth more than a bumper
and a headlight. We could make on this.
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103. Where will we sell it?
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104. Cattle market! Crabbock, 40 mile that way.
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105. Ask for Big Bill Ingles. He'll do you a great deal.
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106. Suppose we were to take the pig.
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107. How much would it be worth?
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108. Hmmmm. A Welsh white?
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109. She's a good 'un. 60, 70...
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110. I'd say... 300.
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111. Three hundred quid?
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112. I think this little piggy's goin' to market.
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113. (Max) Too right.
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114. Have you got some sort of vehicle
to get the pig to market?
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115. No.
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116. - How are we s'posed to shift it then?
- What's the matter wi' that thing?
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117. Aye, fair enough.
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118. That, my friend, is our home!
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119. It'll be right! Whack a bit of
polythene down, you'll never know.
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120. I don't want it shittin' and pissin'
all over our home.
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121. Make sure that polythene's down in there.
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122. Don't worry, pigs are the cleanest of animals.
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123. They live in a sty, hence the term pigsty.
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124. Go straight on through the village
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125. pass the Dutchie 'pon the lefthand side...
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126. Dutchie Pon. Dutchie Pon.
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127. .. and you'll see a little white church.
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128. Little white church?
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129. White church.
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130. - And?
- Ignore it.
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131. Ignore it!
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132. Go straight on and the market's
right in front of you.
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133. Right-oh. OK.
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134. Pig on board.
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135. Pig on board, yeah.
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136. Pigs on board.
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137. Pigs on board.
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138. Pigs on board.
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139. It's there.
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140. And you're on your way.
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141. We're on our way.
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142. Let go. Let go now.
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143. He is not playing with a full deck,
Patrick, that fella.
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144. Can't believe you gave him £100 for that pig.
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145. You've got to speculate to accumulate, trust me.
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146. But 100 of the Queen's English pounds?
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147. We'll be quids in when we get to market.
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148. Y'all right back there?
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149. She's all right.
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150. She's not eatin' me good fleece, is she?
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151. Hi-de! Hi-de!
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152. Do you really think we'll get
300 quid for her?
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153. They're worth their weight in gold.
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154. Have you heard of "piggy bank"?
Where d'you think that comes from? A piggy bank.
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155. You can use every bit of a pig, you know.
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156. - They're not just for eggs and bacon.
- Everythin'?
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157. Snooter to tooter, there's no wastage.
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158. Even its flute gets used.
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159. Its flute?
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160. Its... Yeah, its flute, its pork sword, its, erm...
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161. Cock?
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162. Yeah.
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163. - What for?
- Dog chews.
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164. - Really?
- Straight up.
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165. That's the last time I let a dog lick my face.
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166. You can eat its eyes. They're a delicacy in Iran.
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167. Tapas.
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168. - Its tongue.
- What?
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169. Its tongue.
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170. You never had tongue?
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171. Plenty.
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172. Me mam used gimme tongue every week,
regular.
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173. They even use pig sperm
in the medical profession.
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174. Get out o' town!
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175. - Straight up.
- What for?
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176. Babies. Bringin' 'em on during labour.
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177. Pig... sperm?
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178. Pig's sperm.
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179. Wouldn't like the job of getting that.
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180. Hey, we've not had anything to eat yet, have we?
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181. No, I'm starvin'.
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182. Let's get in and have
a little snicky-snacky-snoo.
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183. I'm hearing you.
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184. - Two sausage butties.
- Yep.
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185. Have you pumped?
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186. No, I have not.
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187. You have, you've dropped your pack.
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188. Oh, God, that stinks!
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189. - I can't smell nothin'.
- I can.
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190. Oh, Jes..! It's the pig! Quick, crank the window.
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191. Dirty pig! Dirty pig!
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192. No wonder he wanted rid of her,
she needs rakin' out.
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193. Get it in the back.
Quick, before she follows through.
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194. Get back!
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195. I can't see. I can't see, me eyes are burnin'.
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196. Take the wheel! Take the wheel!
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197. Oh, good God almighty!
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198. Look, she's done some dirt.
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199. Hey, you're cleanin' that up,
you're cleanin' that up.
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200. How dare you? How dare you?
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201. This is our motorized home! We live here!
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202. Dirty pig!
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203. Oh, God!
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204. Hey! Get in! Come here! Get in!
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205. We're lookin' for a fella
by the name of Big Bill Ingles.
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206. Try the cemetery - he's been dead four years.
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207. He's dead? But we're supposed
to sell him this pig.
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208. Let's have a look.
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209. There's not much call for breeders here.
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210. Not much call for what?
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211. What you've got is a breeding pig.
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212. A stud pig. And his mating days are over.
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213. He(!)
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214. He's a she. Shows how much you know about pigs.
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215. That'll be the first female breeder I ever see.
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216. Have a look underneath
if you don't believe me.
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217. - What's the crack?
- It an't got one. I-It's a boy.
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218. It's a boy pig.
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219. The devious old swine.
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220. - Who did you get it off?
- A farmer.
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221. Have you got its papers?
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222. Papers?
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223. Registration. Documentation.
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224. It's a pig, not an asylum seeker.
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225. What was the name of the farmer?
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226. We dunno, we just bought it off him.
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227. You bought it? You've been
stitched up good and proper, boys.
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228. How much will we get for it?
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229. It'll be no good for meat, Joe -
tough as old nipples!
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230. Thirty.
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231. - Thirty quid?
- Sod off.
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232. It's worth 300, that.
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233. Five years ago, maybe, not now.
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234. No, you're all right, we'll leave it.
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235. Three hundred!
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236. Thirty quid, eh? Bit of a comedown from 300.
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237. Never mind what they say,
they're just after a bargain.
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238. They'd take your cream out of your coffee.
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239. We should kick that farmer's head in
and get our money.
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240. No, we can sell this pig.
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241. What as? A retired breeder? And it's a boy.
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242. What we need is someone
who knows nothing about pigs.
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243. Yeah - us.
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244. No, one of those City blokes,
those yuppie types.
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245. What do they call 'em?
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246. Knobheads.
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247. No... gentlemen farmers.
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248. Hooray Henrys. Green wellies
an' all that. The works, you know.
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249. - We could sell it to one of them.
- But it's knackered.
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250. When we've finished with it,
they'll think it's a pig gigolo.
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251. - A pigolo.
- Exactly.
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252. It's a lovely 12-acre sprawl,
so there's plenty of room.
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253. And he's a breeder, you say?
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254. A prize breeder. He's won awards.
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255. He bangs like a shithouse door in a gale.
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256. A what?
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257. - A gale.
- Where is he now?
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258. I'll just get my boy.
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259. Boy! I say, boy! Lackey!
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260. Bring the pig hither.
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261. My lackey, this.
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262. Steady.
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263. This is the fella. What d'you think?
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264. He looks a bit tired.
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265. Tired? You'd look tired
if you were on t'job 24/7.
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266. His eyes are glazed over.
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267. He's been down more holes
than Tiger Woods.
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268. - He doesn't know whether he's coming or going.
- Or coming.
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269. Exactly. Yesterday he were
trying to bum a Shetland pony.
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270. It took five of us for t'get him off it.
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271. I have a female round the back
who needs to be served.
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272. Let's sort the pig out first, my friend.
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273. I do apologise. Boy, round the back.
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274. Take the pig to the gentleman's
trailer, chop chop!
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275. He doesn't seem to be doing anything.
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276. They will do. In a minute it'll be a big pink blur.
Once they get goin' they're like rabbits.
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277. He's taking his time.
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278. It's romance. They're gettin' to know
each other. Have you got your money?
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279. I don't know how you treat your women,
but this is pig foreplay, this.
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280. He's smellin' her out.
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281. Maybe he's not right for her.
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282. Or 'appen your pig's a lesbian.
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283. He's got a point. I have read about that.
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284. How much did you say he was again?
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285. Three hundred pounds, quickly.
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286. Right, I'll just have to see my man.
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287. Joe?
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288. Hey! Ha-ha! It's them two again.
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289. Three hundred pound!
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290. There y'are, lad. That's the fella.
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291. - What you feedin' him?
- Pork scratchings.
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292. You can't do that, that's cannibalism.
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293. You're messin' about with evolution
there, Patrick. Stop it! Please!
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294. What we gonna do with him?
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295. I don't know.
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296. Maybe we could race him.
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297. You know one of them country fetes,
carnival, like?
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298. Why don't we train it to be a sheep pig?
You know like Babe?
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299. That were a film.
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300. It worked, though.
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301. They also had singin' mice.
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302. Yeah, they did, didn't they?
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303. Bloody 'ell, I've got it.
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304. What?
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305. - Let's cut out the middle man.
- What do you mean?
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306. Never mind sellin' him as a breeder,
let's sell him as meat.
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307. Take him to t'butcher's. Those lads
know a bargain when they see one.
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308. No Matter How I Try by Gilbert Sullivan
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309. No matter how I try
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310. I just can't say goodbye
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311. No matter what you sa-ay
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312. Looks like I'm here to stay
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313. No matter where I go
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314. Whoa
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315. I don't know if you know
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316. But everywhere we've be-een
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317. I'm kept in quarantine
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318. It's easy to see why
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319. She's over six foot five
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320. I'm only five foot six...
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321. Come on!
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322. What's that?
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323. We?
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324. So we've gone from having
a £300 prize breeder
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325. to sellin' it off a trestle table
on a Sunday mornin'
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326. in a primary school car park.
Is that what you're tellin' me?
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327. - Shh.
- We can't kill it.
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328. (What d'you think the butcher
was gonna do? Keep it as a pet?
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329. Don't tell me you've gone soft.
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330. Soft?
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331. I'm not the one who's whisperin'.
You've gone soft.
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332. (When you've been pinned down
by sniper fire at Goose Green,
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333. - Right, then.
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334. - OK.
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335. - Bring it on.
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336. Try again.
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337. Yes? What?
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338. I don't believe it.
Barbara, bloody pig's come back.
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339. - Where'd you find him?
- Find him? We've bought him.
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340. Bought him? Off who?
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341. Bloke who owns this farm. Is he in?
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342. I own this farm.
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343. Since when?
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344. Look, buddy, we knocked a cow down
in the road and damaged our motorhome
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345. and the bloke who owns this farm
sold us this pig as compensation.
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346. - You know what it's worth?
- Nothing.
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347. Exactly.
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348. What's this bloke look like?
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349. Like... Like Greengrass from Heartbeat.
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350. I don't believe it! Barbara, he's at it again!
DAD!
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351. You're a quiet one, aren't you?
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352. I likes that.
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353. DAD! You've been sellin' our livestock again!
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354. That's him!
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355. It's her dad. He's wired to the moon.
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356. He's harmless enough.
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357. Harmless? We gave him £100 for this pig.
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358. Hundred?
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359. And we want it back.
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360. You'll be lucky. Looks like he's already drank it.
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361. A bit of a tease, are we?
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362. I likes a str...
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363. I loves a struggle! Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!
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364. Whoa! Ooh!
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365. Oh...
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366. so it was you that killed my cow, was it?
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367. 'Scuse me, squire,
you're not still servin' food, are you?
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368. We're a bit busy tonight.
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369. But we can squeeze you in.
Take a seat.
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370. Thank you very much. Thank you.
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371. How dare you?
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372. Number eight.
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373. Would you like me to take your order?
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374. We'll have two nut cutlets, please, flower.
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375. Max And Paddy's Road To Nowhere,
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