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 |