Should've been high-camp fun, wasn't. Was boring splash.
"Don't fuckin' move, punk!"
"Gary, that's a car you twat."
"I found Hawking's work on the singularities of gravitational collapse directed at too broad an audience. I think you'll find my thesis on single-dimensional elemental particles a far more challenging and mature read. Especially if you're mashed on weed, dude."
"Dave, pick me up a beef pasty and some Quavers."
"Why can't you get them?"
"I'm having a bad hair day. People will stare at me."
"Good lord! If these calculations are correct... This film is utter shit!"