| 00:01 - 00:05 | Remember their last heave, "Enda, ehhh... you going?" |
| 00:05 - 00:07 | G'wan Enda, g'wan go, do it for the lads |
| 00:07 - 00:10 | And he turns around and goes "Like fuck, no!" |
| 00:11 - 00:16 | "Ah ye joking?! Not now, not ever, lads! You're joking. I am in my hole." |
| 00:17 - 00:21 | And Burton "ah g'on, would you not be sound about it?" |
| 00:21 - 00:24 | "Ah... please?" |
| 00:29 - 00:31 | "Ah please?!" |
| 00:31 - 00:35 | for the life of them, they haven't a breeze how to do a heave! |
| 00:38 - 00:40 | And now! |
| 00:41 - 00:42 | This time, the Whatsapp! |
| 00:42 - 00:45 | I couldn't believe it when I saw the Whatsapp |
| 00:45 - 00:48 | The whole group of them in the friendly Whatsapp |
| 00:48 - 00:51 | and then out of nowhere, in comes... |
| 00:51 - 00:55 | in comes Charlie Flanagan into the friendly Whatsapp |
| 00:58 - 00:59 | And Harris is left..."Flanagan, you... |
| 00:59 - 01:02 | "...you absolute muppet, how do I get myself out of this one?!" |
| 01:04 - 01:06 | It's like a lad down the Gah-club on a Saturday |
| 01:06 - 01:09 | meaning to tell lads he's on for the pub |
| 01:13 - 01:14 | and sending... |
| 01:14 - 01:16 | ...sending it to his missus instead... |
| 01:16 - 01:20 | but these lads want to run the country! |
| 01:21 - 01:27 | Oh jesus, Fianna Fail? We'd be... we'd be, jesus... |
| 01:33 - 01:36 | we'd be... we'd have it done and dusted! |
| 01:36 - 01:39 | Knife out, in the back! |
| 01:41 - 01:44 | No way. No messing. No civility. |
| 01:44 - 01:46 | "Heave on, gone or stays." No hanging about wringing our hands |
| 01:46 - 01:49 | These lads... all polite |
| 01:50 - 01:53 | Trying to do fuck each over in a nice way! |
| 01:54 - 01:56 | "Let's stay friends... |
| 01:56 - 01:58 | but will you please fuck off?!" |
| 01:58 - 02:04 | It's like "Enda... Enda, look here, g'mere, look... it's not me... |
| 02:06 - 02:08 | it's you!" |
| 02:11 - 02:13 | I swear to god, you can't... |
| 02:15 - 02:20 | you couldn't buy entertainment like this with all the money in the world |
| 02:22 - 02:25 | Even Bertie wouldn't have had... |
| 02:25 - 02:30 | the cash for this stashed up under his bed up in St Lukes! |
| 02:30 - 02:32 | Yeh, under his bed! |
| 02:37 - 02:40 | Even he couldn't have won enough for it on the horses! |
| 02:40 - 02:42 | Oh christ, it's too good. |
| 02:51 - 02:55 | Oh... when I saw that Whatsapp from Flanagan |
| 02:56 - 02:58 | Do you reckon they just don't have it in them? |
| 02:58 - 03:00 | Look if it was us |
| 03:00 - 03:03 | he'd already be dead and buried |
| 03:03 - 03:05 | sitting somewhere on a stool with Cowen wondering what happened |
| 03:05 - 03:11 | None of this shite'n on... being all nice as pie about it for christ's sake |
| 03:16 - 03:20 | "Ah lads leave him be, Enda's sound" |
| 03:23 - 03:27 | Imagine Harris's face when he saw that message! |
| 03:31 - 03:33 | Ohhhhh... I swear god, we, we all |
| 03:33 - 03:37 | owe Charlie Flanagan a pint after this one. |
