Who was last week?

Brian.

Yeah, but he was on the editing.

Oh yeah, I could only work sometimes.

Did he know?

He didn't know.

I asked my best mate how he was.

Did he tell you that? No.

Everything is for Chicago.

Everything is for Chicago.

I'm going to pick up the shooter from the fireplace.

I'm going to say, oh, happy day.

I have a helper.

He was his son as well.

I'm going in there.

And I start reading the invoice.

No potato, no mushroom, no red onion.

Because he fucking forgot in there.

And after I come back, he's still drinking fucking beer.

I'm saying, I've got to keep open

the fucking shit he's eating.

Because I cannot live without potato.

Without something, you know what I mean?

I'm saying, fuck him.

On Friday, he's going to Chicago always.

It's not chicken.

Like I was.

I'm picking all chicken strips or something.

And I'm saying,

I have to be somebody that you

have to check one more time.

You know what I mean?