| 00:00 - 00:03 | Sir, we need to look at the finances |
| 00:04 - 00:05 | And review who's returning this summer |
| 00:05 - 00:07 | to the city of Lisboa |
| 00:08 - 00:12 | Nearly everyone is returning in 2026 |
| 00:12 - 00:15 | and all accomodations are nearly fully booked |
| 00:17 - 00:19 | Excellent. Irish twats |
| 00:19 - 00:21 | spend loads of cash |
| 00:24 - 00:26 | Bossman |
| 00:27 - 00:28 | I have bad news |
| 00:31 - 00:33 | The Port Road Bandits are not returning |
| 00:34 - 00:36 | They're off to Santander |
| 00:53 - 00:58 | Everyone out and get me some cripps and a packet a peanuts |
| 01:13 - 01:15 | What in the name of fuck? |
| 01:15 - 01:17 | No Port Road Bandits? |
| 01:18 - 01:23 | Those cunts are the main spenders |
| 01:25 - 01:28 | The Main Scoopmonkeys |
| 01:29 - 01:31 | We can't survive without them |
| 01:31 - 01:34 | Sure that fucking Cunt Bean |
| 01:34 - 01:37 | drinks more than 20 people put together |
| 01:37 - 01:40 | How can we survive without that cash |
| 01:40 - 01:42 | But sure they're wile hassle |
| 01:42 - 01:46 | Are you a fucking spastic? They're thirsty cunts |
| 01:46 - 01:48 | That Chats sham is a disgrace |
| 01:48 - 01:52 | He drinks more than a large animal |
| 01:53 - 01:54 | Superbocked out of his tits |
| 01:56 - 01:57 | How are we to replace that kind of revenue |
| 01:57 - 02:00 | They're just not like normal people |
| 02:00 - 02:03 | The Chief for Christ sakes |
| 02:04 - 02:08 | doesn't stop drinking for three days straight |
| 02:08 - 02:13 | I've seen fucking tinkers that can't keep up with him |
| 02:14 - 02:16 | You just can't replace that slurpage |
| 02:17 - 02:21 | They even bring their own doctor with them. Doctor Mickey |
| 02:27 - 02:29 | And he's the fucking worst of them |
| 02:30 - 02:34 | Scooping away like fuck till he falls asleep |
| 02:34 - 02:36 | and shits everywhere |
| 02:41 - 02:42 | Christ we're ruined |
| 02:43 - 02:47 | McGinley has been here 23 times! |
| 02:48 - 02:53 | He knows the town better than Glenties |
| 02:54 - 02:56 | I blame that cunt McGill |
| 02:56 - 02:59 | He books all the shit on the buttons |
| 03:00 - 03:02 | Cunt must have been too full to see us |
| 03:04 - 03:07 | I'll miss McGill the most, he's wile sexy |
| 03:14 - 03:16 | As for them benders Barry and Smokies |
| 03:19 - 03:23 | The sausage merchants will have no one to sconce at |
| 03:25 - 03:26 | We're fucked |
| 03:31 - 03:33 | Are Santander aware of the situation? |
| 03:40 - 03:46 | They're about to take on the biggest shower of fucking eppies that ever walked |
| 03:46 - 03:49 | Fucking wheelie bins the lot of them |
| 03:53 - 03:56 | God help the cunts |
