You try and take me on
and you might as well try and drown a shark. I'm a frequent flier, a
blue sky thinker, an out of the box talker. You want original ideas,
first class leadership, and awesome aptitude for anything and
everything, then come to myself, I'm your man. I'm the new
apprentice. I'm, like, just the fucking best and you are all a bunch
of fucking idiots. Just look at myself. I mean, seriously, just
look. Yeah? Are so seeing it? I bet you are, yeah. Goddamn, I'm
good. And so, so smart, handsome, charismatic, humble. Give me a
pound and a week and I'll give you a thousand pounds. Give me a year
and I'll give you a million. Two years; ten million. I'm serious.
Now Lord Sugar, Alan,
Al, can I call you Al? Lord Sugar, all the good ideas originated
with myself, and all the bad ideas were the woman's fault. Fire the
woman so it's just us blokes. Me, myself, and my hand-shaking,
high-fiving, bullshitting, boys. Examples? You want examples?
Well, fine, no problem; I got examples coming out my motherfucking
ass, Lord Sugar. I was great a selling, and generating ideas.
Footfall. I sold, sold, sold. I was tasked with monitoring
footfall, generating numbers, and finalising, aligning, and
crunching. You give me a job and you can be sure it will be done,
withing or before the allotted time required for completion. Give me
two jobs and I'll do them both. I'm like a plate spinner with three
balls. I keep them all balanced on fingers and noses. When I say
it's done you know it's done.
Marketing and sales,
the two greatest modern art signs of a genius. Well, Lord Sugar,
this is my face, and this is the sign of a genius. I know what I'm
doing because I wasn't born into money. Not everyone can work up and
get what I've got through myself and myselves on efforts. See this
watch? I bought this by myself. My dad didn't even help or nuffink,
Lord Sugar. Yeah, well it's a second generation family business.
Yes, my dad did start it, but honestly that's not why I got the
opportunity. I joined my dad's family business through dedication
and hard work, spit and oil, dry skin and force. And with or without
you Dad, I mean, Lord Sugar, sorry, easy mistake. But at this point
I just want to say that I have so much more to prove. Give me
another chance to show you and I won't let you down. Please, please,
I can change, I can change.
OK, thank you for the
opportunity, Lord Sugar. Good luck, guys. Goodbye everyone. Are
you sure it's myself wot's fired? Oh, ok, just checking. I'm
thorough like that. And determined. And... No, it's ok, I'll
leave. Dicks.
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