Trainspotting1996

Begbie:
Picture the scene: The other f***in' week there, doin' the f***in' Volley with Tommy, playing pool. I'm playing like Paul-F***in'-Newman by the way. Givin' the boy here the tannin' of a lifetime. So it comes to there, during the last shot, the deciding ball of the whole tournament. I'm on the black and he's sittin' in the corner looking all f***in' biscuit-arsed. When this hard c*nt comes in. Obviously f***in' fancied himself, like. Starts staring at me. Lookin' at me, right f***in' at me, as if to say, "Come ahead, square go." You ken me, I'm not the type of c*nt that goes looking for f***in' bother, like, but at the end of the day I'm the c*nt with a pool cue and he can get the fat end in his puss any time he f***ing wanted like. So I squares up, casual like. What does the hard c*nt do? Or the so-called hard c*nt? Shites it. Puts down his drink, turns, and gets the f*** out of there. And after that, well, the game was mine.