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- Wait, do you know the rules?

Huh?

- Oh careful, you might not be able to fit into your, I'm gonna say wedding tracks.

- Huh?

- Yeah, 'cause you still wanna plus one to the wedding.

I say this with love, but even if there was someone

important in my life, I would walk backwards over hot

calls to make sure they never, ever meet your uncle, Pat.

You met my auntie, Pat.

- Oh my God, you never know.

Might make someone special at the wedding.

Oh, I do love an Italian stallion.

Ah, about the destination wedding.

I couldn't afford it.

Having said, I put this beautiful, authentic Italian restaurant.

They've got beautiful wines and impastes, the lot.

It's called alerberoni.

- Oh, it's a bellow.

- But I don't know her.

- Oh, you love it mate.

It's right opposite the station, it's got loads of storage.

Mitchell, that's all bar one.

- No, no, no, no, no, no.

This is an alberow.

- Shit.

They put all the words close together on the website.

- I should have been allowed to do that.

Please tell me Kylie has not consented to this.

- Kylie, and no, I put it as a surprise.

- I was gonna share around the venue tomorrow night.

Have you still got time to change it?

I blew the rest of the budget on a real life Italian singer.

- And Danny Costa.

- Mitchell, the wedding is next month.

- What am I gonna do?

- Alberoni took my deposit and Anthony Costa charged with five grand.

- Oh my God, this is a wake up call.

I really need to grow up.

- You really do.

- Sweet.

- Five, five, five, five, five, five, five, five, five.

- I need you, I love it.

- Growing up, the socials, let's go.

- Yeah.

- Oh my God, it's war bad.

- Do something in this ass.

- Warren, play dead.

- Oh, my wheel a little hard.

- Let's stay down your muffin.

- Let me get up.

- You got that for cycling!

- Okay, you're pointing in after a good tear up.

Shake Eel is done.

- Shit.

- Like and subscribe, bitches, 4K.

All day, peace.

- Whoo.

- Wait a minute, wait a minute.

- Oh, yes.

- Whoo.

- Sure.

If you stop playing dead now.

- Oh, not another one.

- I'm safe.

- Oh, my go for that.

- Nice minion.

- Oh my God, I've just didn't get the buzz, I can't.

- Oh, wow, rain.

You pukes up my lubes.

- Moda, oh, I'm getting catch a word of that.

- Oh, she said that little scrope, super gluing Alex to it.

- Warren, that is quality.

- Not Warren, luci bands.

Warren was sticking up for those marks.

- Lubes.

- Warren picked a fight with that unit.

- Who is he anyway?

- You should know him, he's in your phone.

- I buy him a bottle with that, Lord.

They got my banner.

- Bro, he's got 200,000 followers.

He broke the internet by prank in his parents.

It's like his own funeral.

- You are there, luci doesn't die.

You should notice, this book you're being filmed.

Builders are camera there, this is gonna get millions of views.

Old, sad, wolver, I'm proud of you, Warren.

Would have put big money on you going down sooner.

You put up a good fight.

- Jinx, shut up a minute, I'm thinking.

- I have a set of water all day.

- This luge has got a shit load of followers, yeah.

And I would all bet big on him to win in a fight.

So, if we stuck him in the ring with a proper wiff,

and then wipe the fake, there was a massive upset,

then hypothetically, someone would make a fortune.

- Everyone's gonna bet on luci.

- Do it, then add back the underdog,

and then when luci takes a full, you'll make money.

Play for my wedding and save my relationship.

- Wait man, that's not gonna work.

Anyways, luci banks gonna throw a fight.

You'll look like a tit.

- How do you know what a tit looks like?

- 'Cause I've seen one in it.

- Your sister in the shower, don't count.

- inches is right, so luci's all about image, but I'm this phone teacher.

And if I don't sign his report card, luci will get excluded.

- So, you're going to blackmail a child

into helping you imbecile many other children.

- See, when you shut up and you listen, you get it.

- Your son's therapist did call me.

- Well, yes, I agree.

There has been a slight uptick in playground, or gee, bargey.

Yes, no, two broken legs.

That's probably one too many thinking about it.

So, look, leave it with me.

God help us if there's a third world war.

I mean, I think we are very much in danger

of sucking all the spunk out of our young men.

Parents are blaming the epidemic of violence.

- On Luke Banister, aka luci banks.

- Well, leave the airbags to me, miss.

- What do you know about handbags, Harper?

Other than how to snatch them from the back of a speeding moped?

- No, the orgy margin.

As a physical educator, I believe, if the kids are choosing

violence, they're we've got to speak their language.

Great minds.

- Are you thinking what I'm thinking? - Yep.

- What is it? - We're pin.

- No, fair.

No, perhaps we're pinters have some negative connotations, but shatterproof ruler.

- Well, aim slipper.

- Yeah, I was just thinking about a boxy match.

Less bruising through a glove.

I like it, as long as it takes place behind closed doors.

- No, no, we've got to get a crowd in.

- To make an example of them.

- Oh, I see.

Like a public hang-in.

- Yes.

I mean, it is too late for Luke Banister, unfortunately.

I will have to expel here.

- No, no, I do that love.

- No, stick him on red report.

I'm his phone teacher.

So, if he steps out a line, I'll bounce on his report card.

Could buy a loochie bounce.

- I like it.

But don't call me love.

Fries up.

Oh, since when did you have pets?

- I won't call them pets, exactly, but I'm not needlessly cruel suit.

- Right, that is exactly why you're not catering my wedding.

- Spaghetti arabantia, ledge, sandia, freshly baked, ladder lanes.

Please, I would love to cater an all-bar one.

It's a stunning venue.

- You knew that it was an all-bar one.

- Yes, I can't wait to show Anthony Costa my Anthony Costa tattoo.

- Where's loochie?

- I might be plugging all this shit on his socials.

- Loochie's mum won't let him drink protein shakes at home.

She's a real thumb sponge, phrase bars.

Shake heel.

It's a pun, but they're also 30% real eel.

I shot loochie the good shit, and he made me the eel on musk of the protein.

He made me the tea.

- Simpose.

- Table for throat.

Here he is.

Welcome to shade fray.

Any allergies? - Wow, yeah.

- I'm allergic to wild diseases and shit trainers.

- Whoa, shots fired, someone's angry.

- You meant him, right?

- Oh, listen here, sir.

You might think your Billy Big Bollocks now, but I can take your career up a level.

- Who are you?

- I am your ticket to the big time.

And I am putting on a fight that's going to make fury wilder

like Wilksmith defending his little grumpy mate at the Oscars.

The only thing is, is you've got to go down in the fourth round.

- Little man, I'm loochie-bance.

4k bjosh, I don't lose.

- Funny with Spolu's.

- Say it, Liz, it's spelling bee.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

I know you're wearing your sister's shorts

- I'm a boy, I'm still in the fire, but not in.

- Fraser, are you having a stroke?

- No, he's doing his sliced alone impression.

- Well, that's the good thing I am allergic to something in the show, girl.

- Yes, and that's the eel.

- Oh, boy, that's why the rule was so kind to me, the London Aquarium.

- What, listen, baluster.

Unfortunately for you, I'm also your phone teacher.

Now you need me to sign your report, or else, you're gonna get expelled.

No score, no content, and all of this goes away.

So, are you gonna go down in the forefront, or not?

- I hope you're a lot more.

- Loochie agreed to fight.

Abby, go fight night is on.

- And I'll be taking full creative control of this production.

- Oh, do you like boxing, sir?

- KG Joe in Bugsy, yeah, okay, fine.

We want it to fill our Abby White's in Vegas.

- Selene, Adele, Brittany.

- My son, my web art.

Lenox Lewis, is that Leon his brother?

- Oh, for God's sake.

- Right, we need to find a challenger.

- Me, me, sir, man.

I need to sprinkle some calmer on that bench.

'Cause at 11.59, messing with the girls, power pump, lip gloss is her arm.

I swear, I'm gonna gouge that prick's eye out, and use it as a beauty blender.

- Loving the energy, but I'm afraid this one is for the boys.

- Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh.

- I'll fight for you, sir, and I won't win.

'Cause there's a game of inches, and I am the king.

I'll be the lyrics of being Batman,

what cross-lucci bench, and I'll suuuuck his mother while he shits his pants.

- I've heard of a glass drawer, but I've never seen a glass fist before.

- What you got to do is dance around the ring for rounds, and then one punch, yeah?

- And they say I don't teach all transferable skills.

- It doesn't mean licks, but you don't sing around the ring.

- Probability, passion.

- Use it, webin.

- I am a fighter.

- I'm also a lover as well, you know?

- Come on, let's go.

- Come on, let's go, let's go.

- I am a fighter.

- I'm also a lover as well, you know?

- Look in the mirror, what do you see? - Me.

- Nope.

- That right there is your biggest enemy.

- For the kids are bellowing.

- Whoo!

- God, this horse is going to be tender.

- Whoo!

- That's one champer.

So, she mom's still single.

- The photo I'm holding in my hand is of the champion.

We have selected to represent class K in the fight of this century.

Thus saving Mr. Harper's wedding.

- What am I love? - It's not you.

- I love Kaley, but I couldn't do that to you.

Besides, the last thing I need is another gold day.

I'm sorry, is this a joke to you?

I cannot believe you would come in here with a defeatist attitude.

- I'm sorry, sir, I'm just not a fighter.

- Take control of your own destiny.

- No, I don't want to get humiliated by that monster.

- Stop it!

I have never in my life gone to the goal like this.

I was willing for you.

We were all willing for you.

I'm something from this.

You just don't have a boost by it.

It's Haraton.

- Is him again?

Ladies and gentlemen, tomorrow night, two giants go head to head here at Abbey Grove.

Yes, meet the fighters.

He's got a minute on a smile, but don't let that fool you.

He's a killer.

- It's Harrison, the Haraton.

d I will leave you d

Put your arpeggs, stop!

No, that's a no-pitch on your back, your back!

- Warren.

- What the hell was his music?

- What you asked for believe? - Yeah.

- By M&M.

d You believe d

- That's more like it.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

Looney vats.

Four, okay?

- Four, okay!

- Four, okay!

- Oh, no!

- Right gentlemen, before we were here, let's face off for one last time.

Wait, what's his bit?

- It's like housewives.

- The reunion.

- Oh, work.

It's a pussy!

I can't buy him!

I'll get done by the RSPCA when I...

- Harrison, say something.

Say something back to him.

- Um, mm.

- Mm, mm.

- Um.

- Yeah, well, you're a damn hoe.

And you're short, so not giving child.

Also, you or shoulders are overdeveloped.

- I'm gonna go through you like Fraser's tuna bono.

- Ooh, that bad boy burns!

- Go on, Harrison.

- What's he doing?

- I said, why don't you tell him?

- I just said slap him.

- Power! - Oh, God.

It thinks he's a cat.

Bing.

- Oh, I think he likes your look.

- All right, all right, all right, all right, all right.

- Guess where this inside you?

- Oh, an inch of some unfiltered heel.

- Can't stop.

- What the hell!

Yes.

- Do you want time?

- Uh, bless him.

These odds are far too short.

- I can't help it, sir.

Everyone's bitten on Harrison.

He made literally like a dickhead in the way in.

- Even if I win, I ain't gonna make any money.

And I've got my eye on this gorgeous little

Mexican spot from my wedding, brand new in town.

It's called aquabee, yeah.

Are you trying to see Taco Bell in a Spanish accent?

- No, don't ask stupid questions.

- Right, we need to change fires.

- Only way we can change fires is through injury.

Otherwise, people are gonna get suspicious.

- Sir!

- Sir!

- Oh my God, Harrison just have wanted a mirror.

That was blood everywhere.

- Just salt.

Problem solved, ah ha.

Right, let's change this fire.

We need to find someone that is utterly

pathetic, like a proper little streak of it's back a little.

What, what, what, what?

- We're on!

- You can't make him a white bitchy dancer, but Warren has PTSD.

- Ah, is that the one where you can't concentrate?

- No, it is.

Post traumatic.

- All right, let me pause for lunch, lovely.

- Come on, sir.

- Sir, Lucy already humiliated me in front of the whole school.

You said you weren't gonna make me fight.

- Warren.

If you get in that ring for me, all of you can come to my wedding.

- Yeah?

- It's a very bar and some of the bridesmaids - Ain't picky.

- Do it, Warren.

Do it for the pussy, man.

I said they weren't picky.

I didn't say they was blind.

- I can't.

I'm sorry.

- Warren, please.

Katie finds out that I've ruined her big day, then.

Well, then she's gonna leave me.

I really love her.

- Shum, ah, you know, you're gonna help me out.

- Okay.

- Bye, yeah.

- Oh my god, Thomas.

- Oh my gosh, we'll put that.

- It's all right.

- It's out the way, you dosters.

- I am Ben 500 quid unwarren to win by knockout round four.

Thank you very much.

- Hello, babe.

You all right?

- It's where I am.

- Hey.

- Hop up.

- Give me a sec, yeah.

- Thomas, look, when I agreed to this event,

I didn't expect you to invite this parents.

- Of course I invite the parents.

Missed their ear to up the pot.

A pot.

Pot.

Tential.

Of this innovative, disciplinary event.

I love your thinking by watch.

- Now, I know there's money changing hands.

Let me make this nice and easy in words of one syllable.

I want you to get my beak wet.

- This hope and do you really think I would pull the lever up? - Yes.

- The school gets the gate.

You get the car bar.

How does that sound? - Deal.

- I drive a hard bargain, Mr Harper.

Don't forget, I help the government procure pee pee during the panning day.

- Yeah, all right.

Okay, go.

Ooh, I like it.

Sweet ads.

- Sorry, babe, where were we?

- You remember all I meant for doing tonight.

- Huh?

- Oh, geez, I forgot to cancel.

- Pops it.

- I can't.

- You ain't gone to Alberoni, have you?

- You mean full bar one.

- Me too.

- Ah, did you drive?

- Yeah, I'll be the satin.

I'm getting confused.

It's done that.

- Me too.

- We've spent that money.

I swear to God.

- No, no, no, no, no.

I won't explain everything about four rounds time, yeah?

As far?

Can you get Kaylee a seat, please, front row?

- Ah, front row with these clothes.

- Shit, did do it.

- Please, come get my shoes.

- What is going on? - Love you.

d It's a gift that I get there d

d I've got it all the way d

d It's my best, my best, my best d

d Oh, welcome to Fight Night in Heart for Shires d

d City City! d

Give it up for Trink.

I give you Woo Chime.

- That's me, huh? - Woo Chink.

- That's me.

- It is my pleasure to introduce Abigro's most second-ing bitch.

It's one! d It's my best, my best, my best d

- Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!

- Born, stop banging about, get in the ring.

- Can I get one of the three?

- Ow!

- Stop!

- So, when I was for a different song,

I didn't mean enough at one from the same show or album.

Now Warren, how do you see this fight playing art tonight?

- I see it from a bird's eye for you.

I'm, I'm floating, weightless.

Watching my body being thrown around like a ragged hole.

At the higher I get, the less my death seems to matter.

- There is a golden boy inside of you, not just a punched out trap!

As I said, when I played K-G-Joe in Buggsy, - I don't know how that's gonna help.

- You're not listening!

- I'm a dead man walking, and there's nothing that you learned, as an understudy,

on a free town tour of Buggsy Malone, that can change that.

- Bravo, Warren.

- One minute in this spotlight, and I don't even recognize you anymore.

I would like to invite y'all to stand for the National Anthem.

d God say can you thee d

d By the door of the lie d

d Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh,

ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh.

- Let's play some boxing!

- All right, let's...

- All right, keep it clean. I bet you might come

on. I may God have mercy on yourselves.

Touch comes!

- Oh my God, it's so violent!

- I can't have to work, but run away!

Fire in the.

- Oh shit, listen to this moment.

Someone woke up and showed us a violence.

- Shane, who was it, Lauren?

- Well done, Lauren. Well done.

That's it.

Good man.

- This is it, mate.

This is it, round four.

Yeah, Lucy is going to lower his God, and that is your cue to land the punch.

He's going to go down.

- Game over.

- Lucy, stick to the plan.

- Come on, let's go.

- If I don't get up, I'm going to exclude you.

- Who are your boots?

Thanks to you, I got verified on TikTok.

The people love me.

- I'm all right.

Get out.

God, when's the interval?

Let's go.

Wait, listen.

Lucy's taught me right up.

Take that and stick it.

I'll lose you to win my knockout in the 12th round, yeah?

- What about wine, sir?

- No, we ain't got a chance, does he?

- Did you always back? - Car's key.

- Yeah, you've done that to Kayleigh.

Just do it.

Go.

- All right, babe.

Move your bone.

- Oh.

- These hills are killing me, Chair.

- I'm sorry, sir.

I shouldn't have told people that you were an understudy.

- Oh, don't worry.

Nobody believed you anyway.

You just looked a bit bitter.

- I know you were rooting for me.

- Oh, I'm always rooting for you.

- Wait, Warren.

I heard your none was fit.

Faray that!

- What?

- I didn't tell him.

What can I say?

The kids got eyes.

- Keep me in my gloves.

- I just want to hit him once.

- He's strong, but he's got no rhythm.

- You'll get your chance, but you have to dip dark and slide.

- I don't know how to do any of that.

- Yes, you do.

I'll say it again.

I teach y'all transferable skills.

- All right.

- Chair, come on.

- Round one.

- Round one.

- That's right.

- That's right.

- Ow.

Listen to me.

You're going to stay on beat.

Just like a dance class.

And take my direction.

Okay.

Let's go.

- Six, seven, eight.

- Round five.

Six, four.

- Six, four.

- Come on.

- Six, four.

Yeah.

Be on, shake.

Shut up.

Yeah.

West side.

- Okay, six, seven, eight.

Seven, eight.

- Five, five, five, five.

- Five, five, five.

- Five, five, five.

Two five.

- Five, six, four, eight.

That's true.

No, actually, can we do it a magic, please?

To stop this boy bleeding on the canvas.

You won't believe how much it costs to hire.

So I miss.

- I thought they loved me.

They did.

Right up into the point where Warren's slot

dropped you into punching yourself in a face.

- Fickle thing, fine.

- He's not let us hope he'll expound me, so.

- My mom will kill me.

- I promise I'll sign you a report card.

- There's no resume promise to stop in as I will bell in.

Yeah.

- Can I have your attention, please?

This time to announce the winner.

- The winner.

And the winner by disqualification is Lucie Bats.

- Oh, oh, oh.

- Led from the chemistry lab roof.

Concealed in this boy's glove.

Now, I take cheating very seriously.

Oh, shit.

Where is the bad man?

- Did you put "led in words" plus? - No.

I'm not that smart.

I did it better than the disqualification.

- Katie, look, I am so sorry.

I'm an idiot.

I blew all of our wedding money on Anthony Costa.

- Who?

- Who's Anthony Costa.

- Phrase up, not now.

Red flag.

- Katie, I love him so much.

I try to fix the fight.

It's a pay for our special day, and I blew it.

You deserve so much more than me.

- I want to marry you for you.

- Okay, I don't care where we do it.

I ain't even bought you a ring.

- Well, there's a ring right here.

- Are you serious? - Yes.

- Why not?

It's about you and me, right?

It's a matter of my people who love us.

But I do still want to put her in.

- Yeah, caught.

- Kayleigh, if you want to change your mind, nobody will judge you, okay?

But if I must, you may guess the pride.

- That's a surprise.

Come on!

- Well, it's official from Boston Bells to Wedding Bells.

This rabbit is punching.

Whoa!

- Above his weight.

- Thanks.

- Either way, I did not.

How did you.

- When did you get... Never better against class, Kay?

- Oh, it's blessing.

Luchy's tucked me right up.

Take this and put it on Luchy to win by knockout in Round 12, yeah?

- But what about Warren?

- Oh, yeah, got a chance, is he?

- Put this on Luchy bands, but it's qualification in Round 5.

- All right.

- You want to roll him up? - This is not.

- She's a coke.

- I just want to hit him.

It's fun.

Give me my gloves.

- Boy, the next.

- Pretty.

You're a genius.

- Enjoy your honeymoon, sir.

- Oh, we will.

We're going to do two weeks on this beautiful

little island just off the coast of France.

It's called... - Wow.

- I hope you and Kay only have a lovely time on the Isle of White.

- Okay.

- And 100 wedding guests, some as young as

12, have been hospitalized by a mystery virus.

The groom has blamed the catering.

- Slow down, boss.

- You've got the wrong time.

- Have all, have now.

- Have all, have now.

- Have all of your work.

- Have all of your work.

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