[Spoken]

Are my eyes playing tricks on me, or is that palette still stuck to the sky with Black And Decker?

Oh Cliff, Cliff, I'm sorry, I'm just-

You just what?

You just lost your fucking overtime, that's what

Oh no, please, I need the cash, I'm having a nightmare at the moment, it's-

Nightmare?

Your whole fucking life's a nightmare

Dickheads like you never amount to anything for a reason

You'll be a fucking loser for the rest of your life, Joris

I hear you in the staff room talking about making it as a fucking rockstar or whatever

Can't even make it to work on time

So how the fuck are you ever gonna make it as a rockstar if you-

Oh, shut up, you prat

Holy shit

I'm a what now?

Ah, you heard me

You're a prat

And you stink, and your hair's crap

I don't know who you think you're talking to, you dickhead

But mark my words

No no no, I don't know who you think you're talking to

Listen, you might get paid one pound twenty more an hour than me

And you have a fucking badge that says

'Deputy assistant' or whatever the fuck

But you are no better than me

You're no better than any of us

And yeah, maybe you're right

I am a dickhead

But you know what? We're all dickheads

Every last one of us

We're dickheads and we're proud

Dickheads for life and proud