Rick:
What the hell was that?

Steve:
Just an idea.

Rick:
She's a skank.

Steve:
I thought she might cheer you up.

Rick:
Yeah, I'll forget all about me arm when I find out I've got crabs.

Steve:
I am a rock God!

Joe:
So, who do you like?

Rick:
What, you mean drummers?

Joe:
No, cup finals.

Rick:
Well, Argentina's gonna be tough....

Joe:
That's good thinking.

Rick:
I am buying meself the biggest, fastest Corvette Detriot makes. Maybe I'll have 'em put me name on it.

Joe:
You think too small, son. Where's the owner?

Joe:
Right. I am buying your pub, sir.

Joe:
Hey, mate, what are you drinking?

Phil:
Alright, listen, it's a look. Glam? No offence, mate, I really fancy girls.

Phil:
So, let me get this straight. You're her mum, and you want to do what to me?