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.

Aw, Trev—

Look: Carter, what d'you wanta do? I can't decide that kinda stuff for you.

[long pause]

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.