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See, the amount of chocolate,
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booze and fags she consumes, it is fucking criminal.
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What about your daughter?
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Christ, that's enough of the family pish!
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Now...
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I've got a cheeky wee single malt here for you.
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Only for the developed palate, 49 years aged.
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Merry Christmas and all that shite.
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Well, I suppose one between friends couldn't hurt.
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- Happy Christmas. - Is it?
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How are you getting on with that whisky then, Bladesey?
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Feel a bit tipsy, Bruce.