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[while Dyer is being measured for a suit]
Francis Bacon: A man being measured for a suit is not the similar to his being measured for the old wooden box.
George Dyer: It feels like a bloody coffin. It's ****ing hot in here, Francis.
Francis Bacon: Yes it is hot, George. Mr Dyer will arrange to collect the suit and I think we're going to have some shirts and some appropriate ties.
George Dyer: Hold on! Hold on! Don't go over board. I mean, I feel so...
Francis Bacon: So clothed?
George Dyer: [laughs] You just don't care what people think, do you?
Francis Bacon: Come on, I want you to meet my friends. Now, we can have a drink. God knows I need one.
George Dyer: What? You're mates?
Francis Bacon: The Colony is a refuge for lost souls, no longer in possession of living bodies.
George Dyer: Can't we just go to the pub?
Francis Bacon: No.