Steven Prince: [while discussing what they've done since high school] Anyone know what Gary's up to?
Andrew Knightley: Yeah, Gary's playing Need For Speed over there.
[shows Gary playing Need For Speed]
Steven Prince: This is a long piss.
Oliver Chamberlain: If it is a piss.
Peter Page: Poo.
Oliver Chamberlain: How's that a poo?
Andrew Knightley: [about the beer they are about to be served] Does it have a surprisingly fruity note that lingers on the tongue?
Reverend Green: Look, a lot has changed since you left.
Gary King: I know!
Reverend Green: How much do you know?
Gary King: A little.
Reverend Green: How much is a little?
Gary King: The town has been taken over by robots full of blue stuff!
Reverend Green: Shhh! Keep your voice down, you don't even know what you're talking about!
Gary King: So tell us then.
Reverend Green: Well they're not robots. Do you even know what robot means?
Gary King: Of course I do! It's like
[while imitating a robots movement]
Gary King:
"Hello, I am a robot."
Reverend Green: ...It means slave. And believe me, they are not slaves.
Gary King: Are you their prisoner?
Reverend Green: No, I'm very happy.
Gary King: Tell your face.
[Gary, Andy, Steven, Oliver and Peter drink in unison]
Gary King: Drinking.
Oliver Chamberlain: Ahhhh.
Steven Prince: Beer.
Andrew Knightley: Pubs.
Peter Page: [burps]
Gary King: Shall we?
[they leave the bar drunkenly]
[Gary is playing music in the car]
Steven Prince: Hey, I put this on the tape for you didn't I?
Gary King: Yeah, this is it.
Steven Prince: This is the tape?
Gary King: Yeah, yeah look.
[Gary hands Steven the case]
Steven Prince: Where did you find it?
Gary
King: It was in the tape player.
Gary King: This is the word's end man!
Andrew Knightley: I know! Stop this now!
Gary King: Leave me alone, what do you care anyways?
Andrew Knightley: Of course I fucking care! There's a reason I'm angry at you!
Gary King: I know why you're angry but it's not my fault you crashed that
car!
Andrew Knightley: That's not the point. You let me down man, you were Gary King man. Gary fucking king! I would have finished you to the end. I fucking have!
Gary King: Well then stop following me!
Gary King: Let me have this! You got everything you want.
Andrew Knightley: What are you talking
back?
Gary King: Oh you got your perfect job and your perfect house and your perfect wife!
Andrew Knightley: You think it's so perfect? She left me Gary. She took her kids to her moms 3 weeks ago. Said I'm not present enough. I'm trying to win her back. And god knows I am losing. But I will continue to fight. Cause that's how we survive. For fuck's
sake Gary I punched my wedding ring out of a robot's tummy!
Gary King: Exactly you fight for what's important.
Andrew Knightley: And what's so important about the golden mile?
Gary King: Its all I've got!
Andrew Knightley: You need help Gary.
Gary King: I got help. Do you know
what help was? Help was a lot of people talking about how fucking awful things have gotten. That is not my idea of a good time.
Andrew Knightley: And this is?
Gary King: They told me where to go to bed. Me!
Andrew Knightley: Gary. Mate. How can you tell if your drunk if you're never sober?
Gary King: I
don't want to be sober. It never got better then that night. That was supposed to be the beginning of my life, all that promise and fucking optimism. That feeling like we could take on the whole universe. It was a big lie! Nothing happened!
Andrew Knightley: You don't need to do this Gary.
Gary King: Yes I do.
[Motorcycle policeman has just pulled over Gary King]
Motorcycle Policeman: Do you know why I pulled you over, sir?
Gary King: Was the music too loud?
Motorcycle Policeman: Your left brake light's faulty.
Gary King: Oh! The old brake lights, so called 'cause they're always braking. I'll get that sorted
out officer.
Motorcycle Policeman: I'll see your licence, sir.
Gary King: Yep.
[he searches for his wallet]
Gary King: Oh, you know what it's in my wallet, and I left that at the bloody gym.
Motorcycle Policeman: Any other form of identification?
Gary King: Nope. It's all
in my sports bag. That's bloody typical, isn't it?