Frank

Chav: Ask fookin' spiv over'ere what's phone, meffed!

Boy: Uh...I think he's runnin' the show...

Chav: Uh, no, meffed...vat phone. Wha? Is vat, like, fookin' mine now or summut?

Boy: Uh, I don't fink so. I'm just talkin' t'me grandma...

Chav: So what, dickhead, give fookin' grandma'r'over 'ere!

Grandma: Gnee, us fibble wissem me long johns...

Chav: I say, fookin' grandma, what's we aren't gettin' tea for, like, y'fookin' biddy? Gorra fookin' reverse charge call n' fookin' e-mails'n'vat t'check, now, aren't i'? Said, fookin' spice rack over there, fookin' dig deep a sec n' grab us one o' y'duds, like, from one o' them fookin' pookwahs.