Jazzie Zonzolo credited as playing...
T.J.
- Tyrone: [Sniffing] I smell something. Mm, I know that smell, blud. If man's calculations is correct, that's the smell of *piff*, blud!
- Kenneth: Yeah, I had a little zoot earlier.
- Tyrone: Don't take man for a mongoose, blud! Can't disrespect man's intelligence out here, rudeboy. Man's nose *knows* what it's smelling, innit?
- [sniffs]
- Tyrone: You shotting piff, blud?
- Kenneth: Nah, blud.
- Tyrone: Oh, my days! Why you calling me blud for, blud? Do me and you look the same? I don't think so! You look like one kind of Indian blud to me.
- Kenneth: I ain't even Indian, man
- Tyrone: [looks at the others] So, where's this weed, then, blud?
- Kenneth: We ain't got no weed, man.
- Tyrone: I smell porky pies, blud. Yep. Don't chat shit to me, blud. Couple man just told me you licked them a tens, innit? I know these tings, blud. Ha-ha-ha! Look, man, man just wants to cop a little ting off you. You get me, fam?
- Kenneth: You got your own food, though.
- Tyrone: There's a drought, fam! Man can't get nothing still!
- [Tyrone puts Kenneth in headlock]
- Tyrone: - All right, all right, all right. Cool, man.
- Kenneth: Aah!
- Tyrone: Come on, blud. Man's bless out here, fam. I just wanna get a little high tonight, man.
- Kenneth: All right, all right, all right!
- [Tyrone releases him]
- Tyrone: K, man... Read more:
- Kenneth: I gotta.
- Tyrone: Give me a fat juicy score ting, blud.
- Kenneth: Which one did you want, blud?
- Tyrone: Hmm.
- [sniffs weed, licks lips]
- Tyrone: Actually... all of it.
- [snatches the entire bag of weed and runs down the steps laughing]
- Kenneth: Come on, man!
- Tyrone: Oh, my God! Man's so unpredictable out here! Man said he wasn't gonna rob them, but man just turned around and robbed him, Standard Procedures! Man took down the sign!
- [runs back up steps, sniffs the bag]
- Tyrone: there's a *lot* of weed in there, innit, though, blud? So, what, are you some kind of shotter now, blud? Think you're a badman now?
- Kenneth: Nah, man, I just.
- Tyrone: amn right you're not a badboy, blud! Shit! Now, true say, man didn't even want to rob you, man, today. It's like you was asking for it! Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! Shit. - Man's gonna get so high tonight, blud.
- Lesoi: Blud, I beg you allow it, man.
- Tyrone: OH MY DAYS! Is Mr Miyagi trying to make communication? with me, blud? Like man knows me? Man's gonna have to get jacked for that, blud. Jackanory time! Next Hype!
- Lesoi: Allow it, man.
- [Tyrone frisks him and steals his PSP]
- Tyrone: Ha! Bo! That's my little sister's Christmas present sorted still!
- T.J.: Listen, I'd love to stay and jam, yeah, but I gotta do my mum's braids, OK?
- Tyrone: Nah, blud. You need to be taking them creps off right about now, rudeboy.
- T.J.: What, again?
- Tyrone: Take the creps *off*, blud.
- T.J.: But they don't even fit you!
- Tyrone: Little perseverance, man can squeeze into them still.
- [Tunde Whimpers]
- Tyrone: You're not gonna cry, are you, blud?
- T.J.: [blatanly lying] No!
- Tyrone: Tell your mum safe for the creps!
- T.J.: Oh, this is emotional, man!
- [Sobbing]
- T.J.: I'm telling my mum, man!
- [runs away]