This Is England2006

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]