Hooligans2005

Pete Dunham:
Look mate, I'm not being funny, but the last thing I want to do is take you to the match with me. So here's how it works, you give me half the money, I'll go to football, and you can have a wonder 'round where Churchill took a tom, or whatever it is you Yanks do here in Jolly old.

Matt Buckner:
Tom?

Pete Dunham:
Tom. A tom tit. A sh*t. It's rhyming slang, like bees and honey for money. Or I could say to you, give me the f***ing bees.

Matt Buckner:
I made a promise to Steve.

Pete Dunham:
Well Steve ain't here, is he mate. And to be honest, your pissing in the wind if you think I'm taking you with me.

Matt Buckner:
Well, I'm not giving you the money.

Pete Dunham:
You ain't really got a f***ing choice mate. And your starting to ge ton my tits. Give me half the money.

Matt Buckner:
[Matt points to something] Cops!

Pete Dunham:
[Pete looks over to where Matt pointed, and Matt tries to kick Pete. Pete grabs Matts foot and turns to him] Well how f***ing stupid do you feel now? Come on then, dance for me Yankee. [Pete kicks Matt's other foot and Matt falls to the ground] That's what you get for fighting like a bleeding tart. But try that again, and I will kick he sh*t out of you.

Matt Buckner:
yeah, the tom out of me, i get it.

Pete Dunham:
[laughing] Get up, come on.