I'm getting swallowed up in all of this. And the last thing I need is some rock star bullshit. . See you later. Yeah, I'll be there in about half an hour.
I'm trying to walk up the stairs. My hands are snatching at the slivers of light, I'm sticking to the steps. Each one a release from the place below, I'm on a mission.
I think we should probably call it a night now. It's just as well 'cos, eh. 'Cos we got a lot of things sorted out tonight. That needed sorting out, I suppose.
Well, trust little you to take it to a level. You want but don't understand. Back up the truck, Joe, wheel out those excuses. You don't want to dirty your hands.