| 00:00 - 00:03 | Yuel were you listening to Highland Radio today, |
| 00:04 - 00:05 | Ryan Air are acting the bolox again |
| 00:05 - 00:07 | The pilots won't fly over France or Germany |
| 00:08 - 00:12 | and the Spanish Cabin Crews are refusing to serve alcohol on all flights |
| 00:12 - 00:15 | as you can see it's going to be a dry flight, as it effects us big time |
| 00:17 - 00:19 | a minor detail, I will sort it |
| 00:19 - 00:21 | Michael O'Leary is a friend of mine, no problem lads |
| 00:24 - 00:26 | Listen Yuel, there is more |
| 00:27 - 00:28 | Quinn has something to say |
| 00:31 - 00:33 | I had words with the Ryan Air Boss |
| 00:34 - 00:36 | I told the judge to lock him up for the weekend |
| 00:53 - 00:58 | Jesus Christ, does it ever fucking end, Paddy, Vinny, Eugene and you Quinn stay, everyone else fuck off. |
| 01:13 - 01:15 | You told the judge to lock him up, fuck sake |
| 01:15 - 01:17 | Of all the cunts to lock up, you pick Michael O'Leary |
| 01:18 - 01:23 | I was doing a deal with him, he was going to take over the Luftwaffe and win this fucking war |
| 01:25 - 01:28 | But you Quinn, you have really fucked it up this time |
| 01:29 - 01:31 | I was told, you were a hot head, |
| 01:31 - 01:34 | Well you can sort this fucking mess out this year, |
| 01:34 - 01:37 | What is it with you, I suppose you needed into the Central |
| 01:37 - 01:40 | So you told the judge to jail him, what did he fucking do anyway |
| 01:40 - 01:42 | He dropped his trousers out in the beer garden |
| 01:42 - 01:46 | Since when is dropping your trousers a fucking crime, it's a bit of craic |
| 01:46 - 01:48 | Yuel the lady's choir were in the beer garden |
| 01:48 - 01:52 | Fuck the Lady's Choir, they are fucking useless singers anyway |
| 01:53 - 01:54 | What the fuck happens now, well |
| 01:56 - 01:57 | Every fucking year, there's something |
| 01:57 - 02:00 | It has to be about you Quinn, who the fuck do you think you are |
| 02:00 - 02:03 | How do I sort this mess out, No Pilots and No Drink |
| 02:04 - 02:08 | Everything was going so well, but then doomsday Quinn fucks it up, |
| 02:08 - 02:13 | What do I tell the rest of the lads, there will be fucking murder, Gallagher and McHugh will go mad |
| 02:14 - 02:16 | McHugh will knock your teeth down your throat |
| 02:17 - 02:21 | Usually it's one of the other cunts here, Bianconi or McKeever, but you Quinn |
| 02:27 - 02:29 | Paddy get on to your uncle Michael |
| 02:30 - 02:34 | and get this fucking mess sorted out please, do your fucking magic |
| 02:34 - 02:36 | Eugene and Vinny say fuck all to the rest |
| 02:41 - 02:42 | Fucking bus Transfers here and there |
| 02:43 - 02:47 | Golf Courses, The Fucking Mayra Appts all sorted, and then you Quinn fuck up the flights |
| 02:48 - 02:53 | This gets out to nobody, honest to fuck you could make a film out of it, what a fuck up |
| 02:54 - 02:56 | We will get it sorted lads, Quinn stay away |
| 02:56 - 02:59 | Eugene and Vinny, get the sweep, the draw and the Karokee songs sorted |
| 03:00 - 03:02 | O'Leary, keep me posted with how you get on with Michael |
| 03:04 - 03:07 | Don't worry Carol Ann, he is a bolox it will be all right |
| 03:14 - 03:16 | Imagen a dry flight, Spanish Cunts |
| 03:19 - 03:23 | I was going to make a Klondike on the sale of the Luftwaffe, I had everything in place |
| 03:25 - 03:26 | But then Quinn comes along |
| 03:31 - 03:33 | Sorry for shouting at you Eugene and Vinny, |
| 03:40 - 03:46 | But Quinn gets me all wound up, Paddy will tell you later the way it affects me, I hope you are happy John, |
| 03:46 - 03:49 | You are only a guest on this tour, leave the running of it to me |
| 03:53 - 03:56 | Right lads, you know what you have to do, now fuck off |
