"Transcript: yyets.net" "Synchro:" "Jujuleder" "The Inbetweeners 2x04" " Night Out in London " "In case you're interested, at my old school the day began with prayers, followed by hymns and then an inspirational reading." "Here it began with Jay, showing me a pornographic video." "Watch this." "This is tame." "They're not even naked." "Wait a minute, is she gonna...?" "Oh, my God, that can't be real." " It's chocolate?" " They should've got a bigger cup." " How tame is that, then?" "!" " Oh, Christ, I'm gonna heave." "Jesus wept!" "Don't lick it!" " She's gonna vomit." " Me too." "This is the best bit, look." " Is it possible to un-see things?" " I don't like girls anymore." "The first thing you did was find that with your new laptop?" "No, it wasn't the first thing." "This was the first thing." "You lot are such saddos." " Enough, we can't carry on like this!" " Carry on like what?" "We can't spend another term treading water, being the same old sad cases." " Well, I'm not a sad case." " You just got called a sad case!" " Look, we've got to do something." " What do you mean?" "Carpe diem!" " Go fishing?" " Seize the day, be unexpected." "Reinvent ourselves, show the girls and everyone else who we really are." " Reinvent ourselves as what?" " I don't know!" "Literally anything!" "Something cool." "We could..." "Start going clubbing in London." " My dad wouldn't let me drive so far." " That's the spirit!" "I could drive us." "I got a car last weekend." "You've got a car?" "You haven't even passed your test." " Yes, I have." " You never thought to mention it?" " You never asked." " Of course, I forgot how it works." "We have to ask you every single thing that might have happened in case it did." "This is brilliant." "Now we don't have to drive around" " in Simon's little bitch mobile." " No more lifts for you." "What about that, Si?" "If you don't have to drive, you come?" "It's not the driving." "It's more that we won't get in anywhere, won't get served and might get robbed, stabbed or killed." "Bullshit!" "I go up to London all the time." " When do you ever go to London?" " All the time!" "I went last weekend, I fucked some girl up there." "Did you?" "Where was that, then?" " It was in..." "The Tower of London." " The Tower of London?" "What did you do after you'd fucked her, cut her head off?" " Showed her the crown jewels?" " She'd already seen the crown jewels" " my bell-end." " Brilliant." "Reinventing ourselves as clubbers was a brilliant idea of mine." "Obviously, we wouldn't get in anywhere, but Simon could at least give it a go." " Go on, Si, please come along." " But it'll be expensive." "Don't some of those clubs charge 30 quid to get in?" "I've already told you, I know the bloke who runs all the doors." "He'll slip us in." "And when that turns out to be bullshit, what then?" " Hi, Simon!" " Carli!" "How's your stomach?" "Fine." "Simon had really bad diarrhoea over the weekend." "Really bad." "We're going up to London on Saturday, clubbing." "Do you want to come?" "Sounds fun, we'd love to go." "Which club are you going to?" " Spearmint Rhino." " Isn't that a strip club?" "It's a mistake." "We're going to one of the big ones, one of the big cool ones in the downtown." "Right, which one?" " The Land of..." " The Sound of..." " We usually go to the Astoria." " And that's exactly where we're going." " Cool." " I'm driving if you want a lift." "Nah, we'll probably head up early, check out the shops." " A lift back would be great, though." " No problemo." " So, do you go clubbing a lot, then?" " Me?" "Yeah, you." "Yeah, yeah, course." "Dancing on the podium probably, or up by the speakers, where it's, if anything, too loud!" " Great." "See you there." " See you." "Great." "See you later, then." "What did I tell you?" "London and muff go hand in hand." "Fucking hell, I'm going on a date with Carli!" " It's not really a date." " I think it is." " I reckon you're in there, too." " Me?" " Why do you think that?" " Cos she touched her hair!" "In body language speak, that means she wants you." "Well, Saturday night, there will be plenty of girls round me touching their hair." " Their pubic hair, presumably?" " No, their... long..." "No, yeah, their pubic hair." "Saturday rolled around, and we were all incredibly excited about our night out in London." "Rachel, an actual girl with a working face, had asked me if I was going," "Simon got to continue his stalking of Carli," "Neil just liked being out in the open, like a Labrador, and Jay was up for some make-believe sex in a tourist attraction, maybe a hand-job at Madame Tussauds." "I had no idea how we'd actually get into a club, but I wasn't taking any chances and wore my smartest shoes, something Simon didn't do." " Trainers, really?" " They look good." "I specifically said no trainers, not if we want to get into clubs." " Everyone wears trainers." " Jay hasn't got trainers on," "I haven't got trainers on." "You've got fucking flippers on!" "What size are they?" "Size eight, my size." "Yeah, Ronald McDonald called, he wants his shoes back." "There's nothing wrong with these, they're Italian." "Hey!" "Where are my-a flippers?" " If you fall in the Thames, you're OK." " Very funny!" "Would it have killed you to wear shoes to be on the safe side?" "Check out Neil's car!" "Yeah!" "It's shit-hot!" "I'd say half-right." "It's shit." "But a rubbish red Nova wasn't the main attraction at Neil's house." "Hi, Katie!" " He's upstairs." " So how's things with you?" "Yeah!" "I feel like I haven't seen you in ages." "Neil!" "Your friends want to know if you're coming out to play." " Coming!" " Katie, do you like clubbing?" "Can you stop staring at my tits, please?" " She must be on the blob." " All right?" " What do you think of the car, then?" " It's like a tractor beam for fanny." "I love it!" "It's got a Piper exhaust and a well smart body-kit." "My sister's boyfriend is helping me, he's a mechanic." "Your dad must like to have a man in the house." " What?" " It means," " "Does your dad suck him off?"" " No!" " But your sister does." " No!" " Well, I mean, she might do." " She definitely does." "Nice, Porsche Engineering sticker." "I know." "I put that on myself, it's gotta be worth at least a hand-job." "How fast does it go?" " Who knows?" "I ain't got it going yet." " You've never drive it?" "Nah, it don't work, it ain't got an engine." " Dave's still trying to find me one." " You said you could drive us." "Yeah, so did I." "So how do you plan to drive us up there without a car?" " I thought I could drive your car." " But you're not insured with my car." " Yeah, I wondered about that." " Oh, well," " Simon, you're gonna have to drive us." " No!" "I said no, and my dad will go mental if he knows that." "He won't find out." "And even if he does, you'll have far too many fingers up Carli to care." "Please?" " Christ, thanks a lot, Neil!" " You need to be clearer about things." "OK, is this clear enough?" "You're a fucking idiot!" "Calm down!" "I'll get some beers for the trip." " I can't drink and drive!" " Course you can, it's just a saying!" "So Jay liberated a few of his dad's lagers and we were off." "The plan was simple:" "get to London, get into a club,  pull Carli and Rachel and then return to school on Monday to find our credibility at an all-time high." "I said it was simple, not realistic." "Meanwhile, we can enjoy the enlightening conversation." "Here, who would you rather fuck, Will's mum or Neil's sister?" " Good!" " Leave it out!" " Will's mum." " Don't join in, Neil!" "Neil's sister would have the tighter snatch." " Leave it out!" " But Will's mum has got huge tits." " They are amazing." " Thanks, Neil." "But Neil's sister seems to be better at sucking dick." " Like father like daughter." " Yes," "I could see her going at it like a dog eating hot chips." "Shut up!" " I'd like to put my cock in them both." " That's a touching sentiment." " I'd touch your mum's sentiment." " That means nothing." "It means I'd touch her bum-hole, with my cock." "Nice one!" "I've thought about it, and I'd rather fuck Will's mum." "Are you sure?" "What about your sister's tight snatch?" " No, totally sure." " Well, that's good, then." "Slow down a minute, Si." "Bus wankers!" "Where did that come from?" "Bus wankers!" "I dunno, it just felt right!" "You could see their little faces drop as they thought," ""We must be the bus wankers."" " Pull over, Si." "I need a piss." " I can't pull over, there's a bus lane." "Please, I'm desperate." "Just hold it, we're late enough." "What are you doing?" " Are you pissing in my car?" " Nah." " What's that noise, then?" " I'm pissing in a can." "What the fuck!" "You'll get piss on the floor!" "Don't worry, it won't overflow." "I've got me chap's-eye right in there, so I can't miss." "No problemo." "It stinks, Neil!" " It don't wanna stop." " What is the "it"?" " Just stop pissing yourself, Neil!" " Quick, pass me another can!" "No way." "It's filled up to the top, I've got to get it out!" "Shit!" "My helmet!" "I've cut it on the can!" "I think it's bleeding!" "Fuck bleeding!" "Is it still pissing?" " It stings!" " Does anybody want to swap seats?" " I will!" " Not you!" "Get rid of it!" "So high on the smell of Neil's urine, we headed for the bright lights of London." "Look out, ladies, phase one was complete." "We had finally made it to London." "And we even managed to see all the sights..." "Because Simon got us totally fucking lost." " It must be somewhere round here." " I knew we'd get lost." " Thanks a lot, Neil." " Is it my fault you're a shit driver?" " Carli will be mad if I'm late." " You need to grow some balls, I reckon." "Why not pull over and ask someone where the club full of clunge is?" "I've got google maps on my phone!" "Should be able to find it, no problemo!" "Neil, you have to stop..." " No, Jay!" "Because..." " Go on." "Bus wankers!" " Why are you slowing down?" " I tried to say!" " Oh, Christ, Jay!" " Oh shit!" "No, they're coming!" "Shit!" "Drive!" "Where?" "!" "Where am I meant to drive to?" "!" " Anywhere!" " Oh, shit!" "Anywhere..." "But the pavement." "Listen..." "Sorry, I'm sorry." "I'm really sorry, I..." "Who's a wanker?" "I'm a wanker, am I?" "Yeah?" " I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." " Yeah?" "Yeah?" " He said he was sorry." " I'm a wanker, yeah?" "I'm really sorry..." "I'm sorry." "Sorry..." "I'd rather be a bus wanker than drive that piece of yellow shit!" "Fucking hell, you two shit yourselves." "What?" "!" ""Sorry, sorry!"" " "I'm sorry, don't hurt me, sorry."" " You got me fucking throttled!" " "Sorry!"" " Fuck off!" " "Sorry I'm on the pavement." - "Sorry, sorry for my little shit car."" ""I'm sorry I'm alive and a bender!"" "Just fuck off!" "Sorry, Si." " "Sorry I'm such a tit!" - "Sorry, I've done a poo in my pants!"" ""Sorry my neck is stuck in your hand."" "Simon's a good friend, but it's fair to say he drives like a retard." "But eventually, in Chinatown, just a few hundred yards from the club, we found the perfect parking space." "Well, almost perfect." " I don't think I can park here." " We've been driving round for an hour looking for a space." "This one's perfect, let's just be cool!" " But it says we'll get clamped." " It's a weekend, different rules." "I'm sure he's right, Si, and no-one clamps any more." "Please can we get going?" "I really need to check my nob." " I think I've got a big problemo." " Can you stop saying problemo?" " What?" " It's not cool or funny, it's just embarrassing." "Don't worry, Neil, he'll say sorry in a minute." " Maybe I should move it?" " Simon, listen to me." "Carli has agreed to go clubbing with you, that's a big step forward, but during the time to find a space she could have gone off the idea." "Yes, she could be wanking off the DJ by now." "I doubt that's happening, but the point is valid." "This is a great parking spot, let's just get a move on." "We are wasting valuable boning time." "Fine." "Fine, come on, then." "Don't bother locking it, Si." " If you're lucky, a guy might nick it!" " Yeah, good one..." "So despite the odd throttling and cut penis, we made it to the club safely, and the girls even seemed pleased to see us!" "Hi Simon." "I wondered where you were." "Did you?" "You're actually here." " Yes." " You weren't lying about coming, then?" " No." "Why would I be lying?" " Don't know." "Don't know why I said that." " Great, well we'll see you in there?" " Don't be a tit, just..." "Stand here!" " Are you joining us?" " Yeah." "Yeah, I think so." "Are you fucking pushing in?" "Those arseholes pushed in!" "So, great you're near the front." " Yeah, well, been here long enough." " Suppose you have." " I just wanna get inside and dance now." " Yes, me too." "There's something very animalistic about our need to dance." " Those lads are throwing stuff at you." " Don't think so." "They're frustrated cos they want to get inside too." "They're saying," ""Let us in, we've got bloody great dancing ants in our pants!"" "Get to the back of the queue, you four eyed prick!" "It's OK if I stand with my back to you?" "I don't want they think you're with me." "No, that's fine." "Rachel had the most beautiful back of a head I'd ever seen." "Now all we had to do was get into the club." " No trainers." " What?" "!" "No trainers." " But they're new." " No trainers." "I'll see you in there in a minute." "That's us fucked." "I take it you don't know that bouncer, then, Jay?" "What's this got to do with me?" "I'm not the one wearing trainers?" "You fucking idiot!" "I am totally in there..." "Like totally." " You couldn't just wear shoes?" " We could make a pair out of yours," " and keep leather left to cover a sofa." " Doesn't matter anyway, I've sorted it." " I'm gonna borrow some shoes." " What?" "Hammerhead shark!" "No!" "Look, I'm gonna level with you." "I am scared." "London scares me." "The bouncer scares me and that man..." "Really scares me." "Let's just put this one down as another character forming experience and go home." "Come on, Will!" "It's for Carli!" "She'll love it, it's romantic." "It's not quite Romeo and Juliet." "These are tramp shoes we're talking about." "Scuse me?" "Mate?" "Scuse me?" "Can I borrow your shoes?" "I wanna borrow your shoes, I'm trying to impress a girl." " Giz a blow job." " What?" " I'll give you a blow job." " No." "God, no, no blow jobs." "I just want your shoes." "All right!" " £20 quid!" " Great." "And your shoes." "Of course." "Good old Simon." "I can always rely on him to add a touch of class to proceedings." "In many ways, though, it proved how much he valued Carli." "Certainly more than he valued his dignity." " They're a bit wet." " That'll be my piss." "OK." "Thanks." "I'm not saying it was a dodgy club, but you have to question a door policy which says no to trainers but a big thumbs up to piss-soaked tramp shoes." "But we were in!" "We had got in!" "Yes!" "In the club!" "An actual club!" "Yes!" "I've died and gone to clunge heaven." "Nice!" "Well, this is what we wanted." "This is it, the first day of the rest of our lives." "It's one small step for a man, one giant leap for your flippers." "You won't be laughing when we pull Carli and Rachel." "No I won't, cos it ain't gonna happen." "You can spend your evening talking to little girls, me and Neil are gonna find ourselves some women with experienced snatches." "Good luck." "Just one thing," "I think the Tower of London is closed now." "There she is." "How do I look?" "You look good." "From the ankles up, obviously." "Obviously." "Where's Rachel?" "Don't worry, she's keen, I'm sure she'll find me." "Away you go, mate." "Wish me luck." "Simon, you got in!" "I thought you were turned away." "Will was being a dick with the bouncers and there was a thing with my shoes." "They're out of ice." "Can you believe that?" "Simon, this is Adam." "He's a mate of Rachel's." " All right!" " Yeah, you?" "Simon is an old friend of the family." "Not just that, though." "Can you smell piss?" "Yes." "That's totally rank." "Must be the toilets." "We should move." "Yeah, good idea." "Meanwhile, Jay and Neil headed to discuss the nuances of sexual politics." " She'd definitely get it!" " Most definitely." " Her?" "I think she looked over." " Nice body, frightening face." "You'd have to do her from behind." " What about her?" " Bit big, but then fat girls are more grateful." "Check out the jubblies on that!" "She'd get it." "Until it fell off." " Please don't." " Please do." "No, she's given me a boner, my cut's hurting worse than ever." " I've gotta go and check it out." " All right, but" "I might not be here when you get back." "That one's giving me the old, "I'm gonna milk your balls dry" look." "And in the toilets, Neil had a very big problemo with his cock." "I had my own difficulties in the cock department." "Rachel was sitting next to one." "Rachel!" "There you are, found you!" "Ready to put on your dancing shoes?" "I know I am!" "Good!" " Hi, I'm Will." " Dean." "So," " you come here often?" " You say that to all the girls?" "He's got some chutzpah, that's fine." "Anyway, nice to meet you, but we're off." "What?" "!" "I'm good here, thanks." "Come on." "It's getting a bit crowded round here, eh Dean?" "Sorry, mate?" "Come on, mate." "You've had a good run." "Believe me, if I was in your shoes and I saw a gorgeous girl sitting on her own," "I'd have made the move, but I'm here now, so..." " So what?" " So do the right thing and step aside," " because I was in with her first." " No, you weren't." "Is he for real?" "He talks like he's from a black and white film." " I was." "I stood with you in the queue." " Behind me." "Well, more beside you." "And you asked me if I was coming along tonight." "I've got witnesses." "Will, I think you've got the wrong end of the stick." "Evidently!" "So is that it?" "!" "So shall I just..." " Go away and leave you to it?" " Yes." "Go away." "Fine!" "Fine!" "That's the last you see of me." "Thanks, Dean." "Thanks a lot, mate." "I was starting to go off Rachel." "She wasn't really my type." "Elsewhere, my friends were faring no better." " I can still smell it." " It's following us." "Simon, I'm not being rude, but I think that smell might be you." " Right." "These shoes do kick up a bit." " Jesus, what the fuck is on your feet?" "These aren't my shoes." "I had to borrow them to get in." " Who brings spare shoes to a nightclub?" " No-one." " I swapped them with a guy outside." " He was a tramp?" "I think you're supposed to say homeless now." "Sorry, you're wearing a tramp's shoes?" " Mate, that is weird." " Yeah." "Maybe." " What's taking so fucking long?" " Mate, it's not good." " Get us bog roll, it's bleeding, look." " Jesus, put it away, Neil." "I can't." "It stings when it rubs on my pants." " Take your pants off then." " Then it'll rub on my jeans." "No matter what your old man says, you can't walk round London naked." "What?" "!" "I didn't do nothing." "I wasn't doing anything." "So she didn't see the romantic intention behind the tramp shoes?" "Not right now, but if that prick hadn't been there it would've been different." "To be fair, the smell is appalling." " What happened with Rachel?" " The usual." "It was going well, then she realised I'm a dickhead and she pulled other guy." "Right." " It's shit here, isn't it?" " Yeah." "Shall we go?" " Yeah." " No, wait!" "I wasn't wanking." " Great." " My cock's cut." "My cock is cut!" "So we were chucked out, out the club." "The actual club chucked us out, exactly 25 minutes after it started, our life as cool London clubbers was over." "So, what happened?" "I don't know." "I was just looking at the cut on my cock." " Jay was helping me out." " Sorry." " Jay was helping you out?" " It's not like it sounds." "Cos it sounds like you were watching Neil wank in the toilets." "I wasn't wanking, I was just rolling it round in my hands." "All right, spare us the details." "Oh, fuck." "What if Carli's getting off with that bloke?" "Don't cry, Si." "At least you can get your trainers back." "What?" "Fucking beauty." "I'll have that, you bastard." "Brilliant." " How have you done that?" " What?" " You've had them an hour." " Maybe he's been out?" " Technically, he's always out." " Right." "Let's go." "I've had enough." "Be sober in an alleyway stinking of piss and wearing a tramp's shoes was not what I had planned for this evening." "Out of interest, you think it would go better or worse than this?" "So the night was over, and all we wanted to do now was get back in Simon's shit car and go home." "Fuck." "Fuckety, fuck, fucko." "Shit." " How much money have we got between us?" " No, you chose to park here." "Fucking hell, Jay." "Sorry." "I don't have any money left." "Getting in cleaned me out." " I think you'll have to call your Dad." " It's one in the morning." "He's going to go fucking mental." " I told him I was staying at Neil's." " Unlock it, Si." "I'm freezing." "He loves you." "He'd rather come and get you than see you suffer." "Dad, it's Simon." "Don't panic, nothing's wrong." "Just calm down." "No, I'm not dead." "If I'm dead, how could I be talking to you?" "You owe me £200." " I'll call you back." " Sir, as I am sure you're aware, private clamping is illegal." "And it is a weekend..." "I couldn't get my fucking van out." " I've just called my Dad and he'll..." " I couldn't give a fuck." "£200... now!" " I don't have it!" " We don't have it!" "I want £200!" "Can't you fucking read?" "No fucking parking!" "I missed all my fucking deliveries." "Give me my fucking money now." "I'm gonna fucking kill you" " unless you give me my fucking money?" " Do you still want that lift?" "No." "I'm fine, thanks." "Great." "See you Monday." "200 livres!" "I'm gonna fucking kill you unless you give me my fucking money." "So we had successfully reinvented ourselves, but not as the boys who go clubbing." "No." "We were now the boys who freaked out girls..." "Can you stop staring at my tits?" " ... apologised a lot..." " Sorry, I'm really sorry." "... wore tramp's shoes and wanked in public toilets." "My cock is cut!" " I think you've got a big problemo." " Please just shut up, Neil." "Maybe you should try saying sorry over and over." " "Sorry for parking like a nob."" " Just fuck off!"