Auf Wiedersehen, Pet, Series 1

[It's the end of the second week on the site. Dennis passes Neville as he packs away his tools...]

Dennis:
Hey, Nev! Capo tells me you've jacked it in. Well, is it true?

Neville:
Well, yeah. No choice, have I? [He climbs down a ladder] See, if Bomber had gone, I'd have stopped, but... ah, I'm no chippie, man, Dennis. I can't go on faking it.

Dennis:
Well, look, I tell yer what, I'll have a word, okay? [They start to walk through the site back to the hut] I'll explain the circumstances, I'll say that yer, er, dead keen to stay on. Then we'll just swap yer back to bricks.

Neville:
Well, it's too late for that now, Den. See, I just rang the missus and told her I'm comin'.

Dennis:
Was it a letter, like?

Neville:
Nah, it wasn't her. She's put no pressure on at all. It's me, man, Dennis. I hate it here, I admit. See, maybe I could make £1,000, but it would take us six months, man. And I cannae stand the prospect of that.

Dennis:
Yeah, it's partly my fault, I suppose, eh?

Neville:
Nah.

Dennis:
Painting too rosy a picture.

Neville:
Nah, it's not that either. See, it's just... I know me, I know I wouldn't last the distance.

Dennis:
Well, when d'yer leave?

Neville:
Said I'd work out this week.

Dennis:
Right, listen. Friday night, okay, you're comin' out with the lads, right? I mean, yer haven't come all this way to spend two weeks in a hut, readin' Oz's overdue library books.

Neville:
Oh, I'd just as soon...

Dennis:
Nah, no arguments. That's settled, alreet?

Neville:
Well... aye.

Dennis:
Great. Good lad.