Funny how life goes, innit.
Yeh. Only what happens next? For me, I mean. You got football, you got Jewels—I dunno what I wanna do.
Bathing'd be favorite.
Look: Carter, what d'you wanta do? I can't decide that kinda stuff for you.
Howzabout this then: I'll get outa Dimwell, maybe go to school. Meet a nice girl. Clean up. I read all those magazines, maybe I'll learn iconography…
That sounds good. Do it. I mean it.
Well—um—Yeah. Okay. OK, maybe I will.
Lunch's on me.
Wicked!... Only: no beans. I'm gonna cut back.