Cook: I don't think you know what I am, mate. John Foster: I think I do. You're nothing. [Cook nods sarcastically] You don't deserve that girl. And you know… I do. Cook: [mockingly] I'm a fucking waste of space. I'm just a stupid kid. I got no sense. A criminal. I'm no fucking use, me. I am nothing. So, please… Please… Get it into, you know, into your bonce… that you killed my friend. And… [shrugs] I'm Cook. [John Foster smiles] I'm Cook