Stay Lucky1989

[Sally stops the car and nudges Thomas to wake him up]

Sally Hardcastle:
OK, D*ckhead!

Thomas Gynn:
What? Oh, is this it? Is this Leeds?

Sally Hardcastle:
I realise it's not quite the metropolis that you're used to.

Thomas Gynn:
No, I just thought it'd be a lot bigger - I thought there'd be tower blocks and all that.

Sally Hardcastle:
Yeah, well you'll be very pleased to know that we *do* have gas and electricity up here.

Thomas Gynn:
And right stroppy birds.

Sally Hardcastle:
Out!

Thomas Gynn:
Oooh. So much for northern hospitality.

Sally Hardcastle:
If you're not out of this car in ten seconds, I'm going to scream so loud...

Thomas Gynn:
All right. Thanks very much.

Sally Hardcastle:
And if you're up here on some kind of scam, I hope you lose your shirt!

Thomas Gynn:
Last time I saw a mouth like yours, it had a hook in it!

[he gets his bag from the back seat and walks away]