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Also, any stain looks like Kenneth Branagh.

-[panting] -[footsteps retreating]

Just... stop feeling sad.

Literally invented by someone who got caught cheating.

A cleaner'd be way cheaper than this.

-What? -[laughs]

Do you wanna go to the beach?

You'd be apologizing for arguing with someone you like, someone who's nice.

I invite him in and he robs me.

♪ Oh, not to touch a hair on your head ♪

-She's-- -There you are. Ahhh!

I think he's quite handsome. I'd love to look like Kenneth Branagh.

-What? What's that face? -It's a nice name.

Don't be so hard on him. His girlfriend died.

I just had a prostitute lecturing me

And less of the prostitute. I'm a sex worker.

and then it started to form this image.

[birds chirping]

-[Tony] No. -You come in. Tony, come in!

He's always been around.

Always trying to get in the paper, ain't you, Brian?

the next minute, everything's taken away from you.

[Tony] So... his wife gets mugged by a motorcycle gang,

She's nice, right?

How can you not believe that someone created all this, though?

I just don't see any point in living.

-[Tony] You all right? -Yeah.

-All right? -Yeah, I'll see you tomorrow.

[laughing] No, course not.

[sex worker] This is the worst.

But it wouldn't be for nothing, would it?