Fuck off, mate. He's Liam's little wanker brother.

And me. Fucking Zorro on doughnuts, mate.

Ringo.

In your wildest dreams, Liam.

Pumped? Mate, we just lost 4-nil to Barcelona yesterday!

That's not even the real Manchester.

Fuck me, it's fucking Zorro on doughnuts again. Top wanker.

"Thom Yorke sat at a piano singing, This is fucked up, for half an hour. We all know that, Mr Yorke… Who wants to sing the news? No matter how much you sit there twiddling, going, 'We're all doomed,' at the end of the day people will always want to hear you play Creep. Get over it."

"Sum 41, 'Fatlip'"

I almost stabbed my brother once.

Sneeze? More like Snooze.

"Thom Yorke sat at a piano singing, This is fucked up, for half an hour. We all know that, Mr Yorke… Who wants to sing the news? No matter how much you sit there twiddling, going, 'We're all doomed,' at the end of the day people will always want to hear you play Creep. Get over it."

"What's masquerading itself as hip-hop-slash-R&B is fucking horrible. These guys will go on the telly going: 'Hey kids, stay in school, don't do drugs', and then they'll be shooting each other down at the shopping mall. The disregard for women, stuff like that, I find it quite sickening. And the clothes they wear, and…

Great Job, Noel!

"Rock 'n' Roll is about music. Music. Music. Music. It's not about you, it's not about me, it's not about Oasis. It's about the tunes."

"People say we're the Rolling Stones and that Blur are the Beatles. We're the Stones and the Beatles. They're the fucking Monkees!"

"We're not arrogant, we just believe we're the best band in the world."

Sod off, you wanker.

"I'm just glad I lived long enough to hear the shittiest band ever."

In your wildest fuckin' dreams, mate.