Right, boys, you’re all here. Today, this is my fucking wedding day. Despite the bad blood, I’ll have none of it on my carpet. Now, for Grace’s sake, nothing will go wrong. Those bastards out there are her family. And if you fuckers do anything to embarrass her, your kin, your cousins, your horses, your fucking kids, you do anything… to… What? No. No. No. No cocaine. No cocaine. No sport. No telling fortunes. No racing. No fucking sucking petrol out of their fucking cars. And you, Charlie, stop spinning yarns about me, eh?