Callan

Well, I won't be listening if it's that dullard and shaper on the line.

Good evening, Kenny.

I didn't realise I was ringing in to kill a petting farm for you have a little lash cut of a lamb there bleating and crying.

You take that back, you great thundering pig of a man.

Okay, okay, lads, please, would you just continue?

This is great stuff, lads.

You're on the wireless, dribbling and bawling like a suckling calf, Michael.

What?

Daddy will be roaring in his grave at the carry-on.

You're only a disgrace.

You cost us the only chance I had in the big time, Daddy.

And now all we have is our millions and billions in the refugee contracts, the mace, the postmaster's gig.

the pub and the bus hire.

A few forests, a few farms, rentals, shares in the New York Times for some reason.

Shares in the Kerry Group.

The plant hire business student lets 28 properties in total, give or take, and nothing else in the white earthly world.

But we still have each other, Michael.

Stop!

The heel and the ass stick together like shite on a rope.

Well, I was the rope, Teddy.