Malcolm Tucker: Fatty?
Jamie: Oh, aye, Fatty, wee Spiderman in his fucking pijamas, what a fucking idea. From now on it's a proper fight! It's a pomp-fight, Motherwell rules! And Tom is gonna get a pint glass in his fucking eye and a pool cue up his arse and another pool cue in his other fucking eye!
Malcolm Tucker: Geoff Holhurst!
Jamie: What, Mister Baby New Potato-Head? Fuck off.