Combo: [Walking with Shaun, Gadget, Meggy and Banjo, noticing three Indian boys playing football in a corner] Look at these little fuckin' sewer rats, look. Fuckin' vermin. Boys!
[the boys group together, but Meggy snatches the ball from them]
Combo: Now that's OUR ball now, right? And WE'RE playin' 'ere, so I suggest you take fuckin' Tweedledum and Tweedledee and fuck off home. If I see you in my streets again...
[He brandishes a penknife and brings it to the boy's cheek. Shaun smiles stupidly]
Combo: ...I'll slash ya, and it'll be an 'undred times fuckin' worse, alright?
Football kid: [Uncomfortably] Yeah...
Combo: Now run 'ome, cuz mummy's cookin' curry. Go on.
[the Indian boys run off as Combo's gang begin playing]