The Football Factory2004

Tamara's Father':
[Rod meets his girlfriend's parents] "Tell me more about the air conditioning, Rodney. I'm fascinated.

Rod:
Air conditioning?

Tamara's Father:
You told me you run an air conditioning firm.

Rod:
Oh, we have a few vans out on jobs most of the time. Yeah, sure it's always busier in the summer, of course. Nothing like a soaring temperature to help the work, you know what I mean? Anyway, most of the time I just sit around the office waiting for the weekend. Don't get me wrong, I love the money the job pays. But my real passion lies in kicking people's f***ing heads in at football. See, I got to channel it somewhere. As you can probably tell by my bulging stomach, I don't participate in too many sporting activities. And I don't do drugs. Well, that's not entirely true, but not a lot. So I got to have my release in something, and a good f***ing fight seems like the best way. Wouldn't you agree? Maybe not. At least I wouldn't be walking around like you lot, f***ing horrible c*nts with sticks shoved up your asses trying to pretend your little suburban nightmare's all right. Then again, I suppose it just depends which way you look at it.