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!