Liam: You do, yeah, because you fuckin’, yeah… I fucking speak for the band, I’m speaking now for the band. And I’m into it. I’m into all that fuckin’ shit.
Noel: Yeah, you are. You are.
Liam: (Referring to Noel) He’s teetotal. He’s a fuckin’ priest. He was born to be a priest.
Noel: No, listen. Listen. Listen. No, no, yeah, whoa, whoa,yeah. The difference is, I don’t get caught.
Liam: Right.
Noel: Right. I don’t get caught.
Liam: But I have to admit that I was fuckin’…(mumbling)
Noel: Right. That’s all I have to say…I don’t get caught.
Liam: So what you’re trying to say, right, what you’re trying to say, you’re trying to say, right, that I’m out in a pub, yeah, I have a few beers, yeah, a situation arises, and I’m supposed to go like that (makes suitably effeminate gesture)?
Noel: What pub, where?
Liam: Anywhere, anywhere! The boat, the boat, the boat, the boat is the same thing. Noel: It isn’t! Coz you’re with Oasis! You’re with the band!
Liam: Nah, nah, nah. There’s no rules. Why don’t you show me the rule book, then…coz if you’ve got a rule book, what you’re saying is complete and utter fuckin’ (picks up tape recorder and holds it to mouth) Bloooarskybluh!
Noel: I haven’t got a rule book. I’m not saying there’s any rules. I’m saying you’re proud of the fact, you’re proud of the fact. Why?
Liam: Coz it happened. I’m not proud…no, I’m not…If it didn’t happen, if it didn’t hapen, we wouldn’t have been asked. Yeah, I won’t be going…I won’t be going…no, I don’t go out to fucking’ get a vibe and that to go “Yeah, yeah…”
Noel: You do! You do! You do, you walk into hotel fuckin’ foyers and you get everybody at it and you go “Pssst”, knocking on people’s doors and go “hey”, fuckin’…
Liam: I’m having the crack.
Noel: Right. Yeah. You’re proud of the fact.
Liam: And it’s not doing anyone any harm. It’s not doing anyone any harm. That’s me. John Lennon used to fuckin’ burn about doing little mad things, and that…
Noel: Do you know John Lennon?
Liam: Do you know him?
Noel: I don’t, but do you?
Liam: Yeah.
Noel: Well, you must be pretty old. How old are you? 21?
Liam: No. About fuckin’ thousand and five fuckin’ one.
Noel: You’re 22.
Liam: No, I’m 21.
Noel: Right. And remember, I watched you being born…
Liam: Right.
Noel: …and I don’t even know John Lennon.
Liam: Right.
Noel: Right, then, so shut the fuck up about knowing John Lennon…so what are you trying to say, then?
Liam: What I’m saying’s that you’re not rock ‘n’ roll. You want to be teetotal and walk around and go like that (more mincing)?
Noel: I think you’re missing the point. Liam: No, you’re missing the point.