(Gainsbourg)

"Hello. What's your name?"
"Dread."
"Not Judge Dread?"
"Yes, that's right."
"Oh, I always wanted to meet you."
"Oh, really? Why?"
"Whoa... I'm really big fan of yours."
"That's really nice of you to say that."
"Is it true?"
"Is what true?"
"What they say... about Big Nine?"
"Well, I think you better have a look in yourself..."
- zzzip... -
"Oh, it's true... It's true..."

"Come on Dread, take them off!"
"No! What do you take me for?"
"Come on! Don't be shy!"
- oooh... -
"...easy!"
"Now, doesn't that feel better?"
"Oh yes... Those bloody boots were killing me!"
"Here. Look at this!"
"Oh my God! I don't believe it!"
"Oh, come on! Touch it!"
"You must be bloody joking! You're not even a proper woman!
Your are a gay, just dressed up! You're one of those a... trans a...
What they call them? Transmistors!!!"
"Oh, come on dear! This is 1975."
"I don't know. Every time I come out, every bloody time,
it always ends up in sillies."
"Come on and give me love, please!"
"I tell you what! I'll give you bloody love, I'll give you a rough end
of a pineapple! Go out! F*** off!"
"You're a nasty maniac."
"Whoay! Take your sunny handbag with ya!"
"*@$%#^@!! F*ck!"