Auf Wiedersehen, Pet, Series 1

Neville:
Aye, there they go. Off to their nice comfortable homes.

Bomber:
Aye. They'll have a big tea waiting for 'em, a glass of foaming beer, slippers warming by the fire.

Wayne:
Yeah, then it's feet up in front of Coronation Straße and a quick bit of the ol' leg over on the settee.

Moxey:
Is that all you think about, Wayne? Turking?

Wayne:
Only when I'm awake, Moxey. At night, when I'm dreaming, I think of carpentry, don't I(?)

Oz:
Right, what's it ganna be tonight, boys, then? A nice bit of gourmet cooking out the hut then a couple of gallons of beer at the club?

Dennis:
That's a good idea, Oz, we haven't done that for, er, twenty-four hours(!)

Barry:
Actually, Dennis has hit on a very serious point here, y'know. I've been reading this book recently about health food, see, and I reckon our dietary habits leave a lot to be desired, I do, mate. Especially from the point of view of roughage.

Oz:
[Turns to Barry] What's roughage?

Barry:
Roughage?

Oz:
[Notices Dennis laughing] What's the matter wi' you?

Barry:
Look, if your bowels were Jericho, roughage would be a trumpet. [Dennis and Wayne laugh.]

Oz:
Oh! Senna pods, like?

Barry:
Well... not quite, no. I'm thinkin' more on the lines of bran, or er... you know, a nice vegetable curry.

Oz:
Oh.

Dennis:
Aye. It's a pity we're in Germany, Barry. Still, 'ey, you could nip out to Bradford for a takeaway.

Barry:
Oh, yeah.