This Is England

School Bully:
Keith. Keithy. oi, oi.

[whistles]

Shaun:
Talkin' to me?

[nods]

Shaun:
What?

School Bully:
I never knew Keith Chegwin had a son.

Shaun:
Piss off.

School Bully:
What the f*** are they?

Shaun:
These, I'm wearing them for a bet, what's your excuse?

School Bully:
Cheeky Bastard. Woodstock's that way pal.

Shaun:
F*** off, at least I don't look like count Dracula.

Shaun:
You think your funny yeh?

Shaun:
yeh.

School Bully:
You think your funny you little spaz?

Shaun:
Yeh.

School Bully:
You want to hear a f***ing joke yeh?

Shaun:
Yeh, yeh go on then

School Bully:
How many people can you fit into a mini?

Shaun:
I don't f***ing know how many?

School Bully:
Three in the back, two in the front, and your f***ing dad in the ashtray.

Shaun:
You f***er!

Woody:
[after Gadget tells Shaun to go home] Now I feel bad, I feel bad now.

[Looks at Gadget]

Woody:
You f***ing prick, you know what you are? [smacks a pastry out of Gadget's hands] You're a friggin' bully, Gadget.

Smell:
I loved when you gave me that cake, that was sweet. Did you make it yourself?

Shaun:
[bashfully] Ya

Smell:
You didn't make it yourself, did you?

Shaun:
[laughing] No

Woody:
Listen to me. He's a young lad. He's had a f***ing bad week. So we bring him in wi' us to show him a bloody good time and you've just friggin back handed him roun' head. I'M DISAPPOINTED MATE!

Woody:
[Imitating Harvey] I'm Harvey and I'm here to give you jip.

Mr. Sandhu:
[after Shaun finally leaves the shop] Oh, and you're banned.

Shaun:
Oh, and you're a mong.

Woody:
Honestly mate, you look sterling.

Shaun:
I just wondered if you'd like to be my girlfriend. I think you're lovely.

Combo:
But I've got one question to ask you. Do you consider yourself English, or Jamaican?

[There's a long uneasy silence, as Milky looks around nervously to the rest of his friends... ]

Milky:
[eventually] English.

Combo:
Lovely, lovely, love you for that, that's f***ing great. A proud man, learn from him; that's a proud man. That's what we need, man. That's what this nation has been built on, proud men. Proud f***ing warriors! Two thousand years this little tiny f***ing island has been raped and pillaged, by people who have come here and wanted a piece of it - two f***ing world wars! Men have laid down their lives for this. For this... and for what? So people can stick their f***ing flag in the ground and say, "Yeah! This is England. And this is England, and this is England."

Combo:
[to Sandhu] Don't you f***ing dare backchat me, or I will slay you now where you f***ing stand, you f***ing Paki c*nt!

Combo:
[to Sandhu, after robbing him] Picking on a kid, mate? F***ing hell. Picking on a f***ing kid, was ya? Eh?

Mr. Sandhu:
Just take what you want and go, OK?

Combo:
SHUT UP! I'M talking! I'M your f***ing size! F*** with me!

Mr. Sandhu:
You got what you want! Just go now, alright?

Combo:
Don't you f***ing dare backchat me, or I will slay you now where you f***ing stand, you f***ing Paki c*nt! Right? You listen to f***ing me! That f***ing kid's Dad DIED for this f***ing country! What have YOU f***ing done for it? F***-ALL but take f***ing jobs off decent people. [Backing towards the door, pointing a knife at Sandhu] Now listen, son. Listen good. We'll be back here whenever we want, right? Cuz this is f***ing OURS, now. This is OURS, this, f***ing Sandhu. Don't forget that. Any f***ing time we want. And clean the place up, it f***ing stinks of curry! F***ing stinks! REEKS of the f***ing sh*t! [Leaves the shop as Sandhu looks on, shocked but grateful to still be alive]

Shaun:
Get me... 'undred fags, two bottles of wine, a bottle of whisky, and ten cans of lager now.

Mr. Sandhu:
You know what you're gonna have? Nothing!

Shaun:
What?

Mr. Sandhu:
You know you're not supposed to be in here. Go. Out. Bang.

Shaun:
Just f***ing get them, you Paki bastard!

Mr. Sandhu:
[Bewildered] What did you say?

Shaun:
Get them you FILTHY - PAKI - BASTARD!

Mr. Sandhu:
Right! That's it! [Begins chasing Shaun around the shop until he catches him] That's it!

Shaun:
Get off!

Mr. Sandhu:
Get out!

Combo:
[Entering the shop] What's going on, mate? You gotta problem?

Mr. Sandhu:
[Wrestling Shaun towards the door] He's been calling me a Paki bastard. Just open the door and I'll let him out. Go on, mate.

Combo:
[Suddenly brandishing a huge knife] GET YOUR F***ING HANDS OFF HIM NOW! F***ING HANDS OFF HIM!

Smell:
You might look about four, but you kiss like a fourty year old!

Lenny:
Some people say we're racists.We're not racists. We're realists.Some people call us Nazis.We're not Nazis.No, what we are, we are nationalists and there's a reason people try to pigeonhole us like this.And that is because of one word, gentlemen.- Fear.

Combo:
[Gadget steals countless jars of sweets from Sandhu's shop] F***in' hell, Gadge. Couldn't you get any more f***ing sweets, man?

Combo:
[Walking with Shaun, Gadget, Meggy and Banjo, noticing three Indian boys playing football in a corner] Look at these little f***in' sewer rats, look. F***in' vermin. Boys!

[the boys group together, but Meggy snatches the ball from them]

Combo:
Now that's OUR ball now, right? And WE'RE playin' 'ere, so I suggest you take f***in' Tweedledum and Tweedledee and f*** off home. If I see you in my streets again...

[He brandishes a penknife and brings it to the boy's cheek. Shaun smiles stupidly]

Combo:
...I'll slash ya, and it'll be an 'undred times f***in' worse, alright?

Football kid:
[Uncomfortably] Yeah...

Combo:
Now run 'ome, cuz mummy's cookin' curry. Go on.

[the Indian boys run off as Combo's gang begin playing]

Combo:
What do you think makes a bad father?

Milky:
I don't know. How about you, what do you think?

Combo:
N*ggers.

Milky:
What's with the "N*gger"?

Combo:
[Starts beating and kicking Milky to within an inch of his life]

Shaun:
[Milky is bloody and unconscious] Oh, Combo, what have you done to 'im?

Combo:
Men don't cry! Remember, men don't cry!

School Bully:
I'll tell you how to get four people into a mini. Two in the back, two in the front and your Dad in the ashtray!

Passenger:
I mean, do you really believe all this bullshit?

Combo:
Get out, you f*ggot!

Combo's Ex-Girlfriend:
Beautiful? I was sixteen and pissed, it wasn't beautiful.

Combo:
[Robbing Mr Sandu's store] What are you doing?

Accomplice:
I thought I'd take a sh*t.

Combo:
Put your arse away, mate.

Lenny:
Are you ready to return to the fight?

NF Crowd:
Yes!

Lenny:
Are you ready to shed blood?

NF Crowd:
Yes!

Combo:
Spit? That's a man's handshake, I promise you.

Combo's Ex-Girlfriend:
What you mean before you went to prison and ruined everything? I'm going to be late for work. You can keep your little box. [Puts the handcrafted gift on the dashboard and leaves the car]

Combo:
[Starts crying and beats his head on the side window]

Shaun:
[Last scene. Shaun drowns his St George's Cross Flag in a pond then stares mournfully into the camera]

Combo:
[to Shaun, waiting for the NF speaker to arrive] Now I want you on your best behaviour.