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Hamish:
Ohh, god!

Trevor:
What's the matter with you?

Hamish:
You bastard!

Trevor:
What?

Hamish:
Oh, you utter bastard! You know perfectly well what's wrong with me!

Trevor:
Self-inflicted wounds, mate.

Hamish:
"One drink", you said! "Won't do you any harm", you said!

Trevor:
Oh, stop complaining, you ungrateful pug box! You had a good time, didn't ya?

Hamish:
[Unaware that JP is tapping on his head with his beak] Did I? Because I don't remember! I woke up this morning with a hangover from Hell... It, it feels like there's a woodpecker banging my head!

Trevor:
No... That's the parrot.

Hamish:
[to JP] What the f*** are you doing?

JP:
Sorry mate, I thought it might help.

Hamish:
Might help? In what way?

JP:
I... Don't know.