Harry Parker:You're out of this room, out of this place. You're back into the world.
Trevor the Skinhead:It's your fucking world, mate, not mine. You can stick it up your arse, I don't want it!
Peter Clive:I really don't know what were going to do.
Trevor the Skinhead:About what?
Peter Clive:About you.
Trevor the Skinhead:No , about you, what the fuck are we gonna do about you? If you had any balls, you'd stick a knife in the bastards who write all that bollocks - they're wankers.
Trevor the Skinhead:Bollocks!
Harry Parker:You can go to the toilet now.
Trevor the Skinhead:Nah, I'll piss on the wall.
Trevor the Skinhead:Kick me in the bollocks if that's what you feel like doing because I do the same to you when I feel like it so good night and fuck off to you
Trevor the Skinhead:Well, honestly speaking, I don't honestly think I can keep the peace while I'm incarcerated in this shit house!
Trevor the Skinhead:You got something useful I can do while I'm waiting for a job? I've got ten O levels, seven A levels, I speak fluent punjabi and chapati.