Dead Like Me2003

Mason:
[after losing his post-it note] Mother f***ing, well f***ed, viciously f***ed, bollocky, bastard, hell! I am viciously f***ed!

[to a lass walking out... ]

Mason:
What about you, darling? Unless, of course, you're interested, in which case...

[gives him the finger]

Mason:
...you can, no! Well, piss off then! Oh f*** off! Oh Jesus Christ! Oh bollocks!

Mason:
[to Kiffany the waitress] Kiffany! Kiffany? Kiffany, Kiffany, hey! Listen, listen, have you found a little post-it note? A little yellow one with writing on...

Kiffany:
Like the kind you people are always playing with?

Mason:
Yes! Exactly, exactly...

Kiffany:
No. Is this one particularly important?

Mason:
Well, I don't bollockingly well know do I? Jesus Christ I am f***ed! Move! Sh*t, bollocks, f***ing bollocks! Okay, well that's it, I am f***ing f***ed. I am bollocking viciously f***ed! Royally f***ed I am.