Vroom - by Kelly

Ringe: I kicked me mum out today. Kicked her out today. Kicked me mum out. Just got her and I've kicked her right out. She can't get back in she's too scared....I've really slung her this time
Jake: What about the council?
Ringe: She owes them too much rent they don't care. Home's mine now. I'm going to f**king go mad.... Fat Sam can move in, anybody can come round.

Jake: Ugh, the carpet's puke.
Ringe: You ought to see upstairs.
Jake: Ringe, I'm going to have to hold me nose.
Ringe: Fat Sam did that, then went. Couldn't stand it. I said I'm just doing my own thing. She said other people were doing their thing over me. I'm in a swamp Jake. Is there anything I can do?

Ringe: Jake, why is it everything I try goes stinking wrong? I feel like old fruit, I've had it.

Ringe: F**king hell Jake when I think about it though, yesterday I let you go up there on your own, I nearly let it all go for nowt. Lets go up there now. Shall we go up there now? Shall we?

Ringe: It's time Jake. It's time for one of us to go and it looks like you. Well go man, NOW!

Donald: Pray tell how you came about this mobile of splendily?
Ringe: We built it ourselves. Four years it took us, scrounging, saving, we found the frame on the moors. We pulled it out the earth.

Ringe: C'mon c'mon I'm interested. The old dual body sniffs work.

Ringe: Do you think that though? Do you? Do you think that Donald?
Ringe: I could get on the circuit, make us some wages.
Ringe: Eh, I'll start now in a bit on you lad. (singing) "Fighting, fighting for me life for a living."

Ringe: I'm going to be a f**king streetfigher!

Ringe: Bastards. The two rouging bastards of piss.
Jake: What's up.
Ringe: Them two's ripped us right off, all us bags are gone.
Susan: Oh no.
Jake: The bastards.
Susan: All me clothes gone, oh no.
Ringe: Oh there weren't that much.
Susan: I know, but.
Jake: They neve gave us our winnings
Ringe: Oh f**k yea!
Susan: Oh look he's left his hat.
Ringe: (putting hat on and doing impression) There you go, leftly, rightly, wrongly, f**kly!

Ringe: What a place. I can't keep meself still. What a place, eh? A paradise style place. Beautiful country cottage, amenities, splendid views, bathroom. Bathroom!

Ringe: How about this Ringe. What about this for a find? What about this?

Susan: That's the last of the monies then.
Ringe: Aye. Not to worry though, I phoned Fat Sam up, she'll bring a bit with her if she comes.
Jake: What?
Ringe: Phoned home. I wanna get Fat up here if we're staying on

Ringe: You know I'm gonna tell you summat now Jake. I'm gonna tell you now. I never understood all that spout you had. I always just nodded to it like I knew. Why'd a do that? Don't f**king know why. Why not? I had nowt else in me stink life anyway. That's all for dreams that. Dreams, dreams muck. Its not real life Jake.
Susan: You can't say that Ringe. Trust in Jake he's brung us this far.
Ringe: Oh aye. It's alright to have all these fly high thoughts and feels but it's so pissing selfish really. So self when you get close to it.
Susan: What do you mean?
Ringe: Alright, here's one, here's a bit of real. Sam met your brother in law, he's scraping his cheeks off trying to find you, says you've dropped him right in it, your mortgage, your house.
Susan: What, but I left some..
Ringe: Not enough, he's there selling it off.

Ringe: The fat man, remember him? He wants to give us some money.
Jake: For what?
Ringe: For the car. Just wants us to drive round with a few adverts on it, try and promote his disco or summat. We're f**king broke and without money, where do we go?

Jake: Let's go
Ringe: Hold it, HOLD IT. I'm staying.
Jake: Eh?
Ringe: I'm staying with Mr Roach. He's offered me a permanent position. Chauffeur and maintanencing his discos. Said I could get Sam up to do gigs. Jake, it don't seem right to just keep driftin. You've gotta take your chance when it comes. Even if it's shit its summat to do. Innit Jake? Oh f**k it.