- Jeff Samuels: Come on Burgess, you Pathetic little ponce!
- [turns attention to Steven doing push-ups]
- Jeff Samuels: How many, Matheson?
- Steven: Four...
- Jeff Samuels: *Sir*...
- Steven: Sir.
- Jeff Samuels: Just thank your lucky stars you're not like Burgess, Boys. He's got the sort of physique that gives a skeleton a bad name! Alright back to your locker rooms
- [Boys groan, Jeff turns back to Burgess]
- Jeff Samuels: Fifty push-ups, no breaks, Now!
- Burgess: I can't, sir.
- Jeff Samuels: I don't think I caught that...
- Burgess: Please, Sir. I feel sick, sir.
- Jeff Samuels: [mocking] "Please, Sir. I feel sick, sir."
- [Firm]
- Jeff Samuels: I said Fifty of the best and that's what I wanna see. Fifty, *now*!
- [Grabs Burgess by the neck and forces him into the sand]
- Jeff Samuels: One, Two, Three!
- Steven: Leave him alone!
- Jeff Samuels: What was that, Matheson?
- Steven: Can't you see he's upset?
- Jeff Samuels: Looks like you've got a champion, Burgess.
- [to Steven]
- Jeff Samuels: If that's the way you want it, You do *his* Fifty, *for* him!
- [releases Burgess]
- Jeff Samuels: I wanna see *you* changed and dressed by the time I get back to the change rooms. Move it, Skeleton Man!
- [Turns back to Steven]
- Jeff Samuels: Alright, Matheson. No-one, *No-one* lips me and gets away with!
- [grabs him]
- Jeff Samuels: Who do you think are boy? Eh? Eh? You might be in for some hard times lately but that gives you *no* excuse to backchat me. Does it, Matheson? eh? eh? Not so free with your Mouth now, are you?
- [Steven has flashbacks of Barlow giving the same treatment, Jeff pokes Steven]
- Jeff Samuels: Come on, you were a big man before! Let's hear it again! Talk, *boy*, I said *Talk*!
- [Steven has had enough, grabs Jeff and Judo throws him over his shoulder on the ground and stands on him holding his arm]
- Steven: Eat Sand, Barlow!