"So the bloke goes to Daytona because he knows this girl there that used to go to pottery class with his mum and they'd hang about and—"

"Well, not exactly. He goes because he knows her brother and they're sort of friendly."

"Friendly friendly?"

"Billy, you cad."

"I'm just saying, Dominic. It's a modern world we live in."

"Well, maybe friendly friendly. But only one time at a party 'cause he was shit-faced and didn't know the difference."

"Personal experience there, mate?"

"Fuck off."

"Ooh, I see a nerve. A pretty little nerve!"

"That's just my bleeding heart, Boyd. My heart that pines for you. You've discovered my secret."

"So our movie's just some big gay outlet for you?"

"Yes. In fact, it's titled Big Gay Outlet and subtitled, Why I Love Billy Boyd."

"I smell Oscar."

"No, that's me."

"Bloody hell. That thing is disgusting. They really need to launder it."

"They never will, you see. It's how they keep track of my whereabouts. They just sniff me out."

"Billy, Dom, all right? Barrie's on his way—we roll in five."

"Fantastic. My bollocks are hotcakes, carry on!"

"Mm, hotcakes."

"With syrup."

"Ooh, the goopy kind."

"Places, hobbits."