Auf Wiedersehen, Pet, Series 1

Wayne:
Hey, there is a god, Barry! Cop them!

Barry:
[Turns to look at the flight attendants] My goodness, air hostesses!

Wayne:
Stewardesses they call themselves nowadays, ya nerk. [Knocks on the window. One of the flight attendants winds the window down.] D'you speak English?

Attendant:
Yes.

Wayne:
Thought you would in your job. Where are you from?

Attendant:
Sweden.

Barry:
[To himself] Sweden?

Wayne:
I thought you were Swedish. Something about your flawless complextion told me that.

Attendant:
Yes, but what do you want?

Wayne:
Me? Oh, nothing. It's just that me and me chauffeur here are sort of strangers in a foreign land. Much like yourselves. Only we were feeling very depressed, and caught a glimpse of you two and it, well... just sorta lifted our hearts.

Attendant:
[Not understanding] Just what?

Wayne:
Made us feel... glad all over.

Barry:
[To Wayne] What's happenin'?

Wayne:
[To Barry] It's hard to tell, son. We're dealin' here with the Swedish mentality, which is pretty inscrutable at the best of times. [The two attendants chat to each other in Swedish]

Attendant:
We are very flattered that you feel this way. [The traffic lights turn green and the taxi pulls away.]

Wayne:
We're away, son. Follow that car! [Barry revs up the bike... which promptly stalls.] Come on!

Barry:
All right, all right! [The taxi drives away]

Wayne:
The lights have changed!

Barry:
I know. Bloody hell!

Wayne:
You friggin' radish, Barry!

Barry:
Stop calling me that, please! [Barry finally restarts the bike and sets off.]

Wayne:
You've lost 'em!

Barry:
They took a left.

Wayne:
If you lose 'em, I'll hang for you, Barry. I swear it, I'll hang for you!

Barry:
I'll take a short cut.

Wayne:
How?

Barry:
I'll cut across there, look.

Wayne:
Well, be careful, then. [They ride through a small park, down a slope...] Jesus Christ! [...and crash into a pond! Fortunately for them, they splash-landed outside the Hotel Inter-Continental, where they see the Swedish flight attendants get out of their taxi.] See? Overnight stop, innit?

Barry:
Well, shall we go in then, or what?

Wayne:
[Covered in mud, as is Barry] Go in? You seen the state of us? We look like a pair of motocross riders!

Barry:
Ohhh. Suppose we'd better go back and get cleaned up then, eh?

Wayne:
Right. We shall return.