Auf Wiedersehen, Pet, Series 1

[Neville returns to the hut after playing a game of football against the Turkish workers]

Neville:
Turkey 2 - England 3!

Bomber:
[In bed after a night at a brothel] Oh aye?

Neville:
I thought you were goin' home today, Bomber. Shouldn't you be at the station by now?

Bomber:
Should be, yes.

Neville:
Better get yer skates on, haven't ya?

Bomber:
Not going now. No point.

Neville:
What?

Bomber:
No money.

Neville:
Ay, you're joking! You said you had nearly £900 to take home!

Bomber:
I had it. Now I haven't.

Neville:
Well, how many girls did you have?

Bomber:
I went out afterwards with some of the Brits. Poker was my downfall. I was feeling lucky. I reckon the Williams Schnapps affected Bomber's judgment.

Neville:
Awww. That's tragic! What'll ya tell the wife?

Bomber:
Well I knows exactly what she'll say. That's why Bomber's staying. [Neville looks somewhat disappointed] Not the first time, boy. Daft as a brush, that's always been Bomber's problem. I get up and goes to work every week, hands it over to the wife, pays for the house, new clothes for the kids. Don't leave much for yourself, like. Suddenly you gets a great wad of spending money in your fist. Throws you off, don't it? It's a great feeling to be able to buy drinks for your friends, even strangers.

Neville:
So... what are you gonna do now?

Bomber:
[Gets out of bed] As much overtime as I can crack! It's the straight and narrow from now on for Bomber!