Maurice Roeves as God in the Granton Star Cause from The Acid House (one of the only good things about that movie)
God: You fucked this one up, ya daft cunt.
Boab: Eh? What?
God: You. Bob Coyle. No house, no job, no bird, no mates, police record, sore ribs - all in the space of a few hours. Nice one.
Boab: How the fuck do you know my business, eh? What the fuck's it got to do with you, eh?
God: It's my fuckin' business to know. I'm God.
Boab: Away to fuck, ya old radge.
God: Fuckin' hell... another wise cunt.