Pete: It's four in the fucking morning! Shaun: It's Saturday! Pete: No, it's not. It's fucking Sunday. And I've got to go to fucking work in four fucking hours 'cos every other fucker in my fucking department is fucking ill! Now can you see why I'm SO FUCKING ANGRY?! Ed: Fuck, yeah!
Shaun: You're the one who's gone from being a chartered accountant to Charlton Heston! David: I'm not a chartered accountant! Shaun: Well you look like one! David: I'm a lecturer! Shaun: You're a twat!
Shaun: You know, I don't think I've got it in me to shoot my flatmate, my mum, and my girlfriend all in the same evening. Liz: What makes you think I've taken you back? Shaun: Well, you don't want to die single do you? Ed: That's it... I would like to be shot.
Ed: Who died and made you fucking king of the zombies?
Shaun: He's not my boyfriend! Ed: It might be a bit warm, the cooler's off. Shaun: Thanks, babe.
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