Auf Wiedersehen, Pet, Series 1

Neville:
Oy, Oz.

Oz:
Sssh. Quiet, son. Big score coming up 'ere.

Neville:
Wayne and Barry have...

Oz:
Sssh. Whoa, man. [Points to the high score] I'm nearly on five and a half million, man!

Neville:
...They've just pulled two Swedish air hostesses.

Oz:
[Shocked, he stops playing] Air hostesses?! [The ball goes out of play, and it's game over for Oz.]

Neville:
Swedish ones.

Oz:
[Kicks one of the legs of the pinball table] 'Ere, might as well get a beer. D'ya want one?

Neville:
Aye. I mean, I can understand Wayne, but Barry? [They go to the bar]

Oz:
Two bottles of pils here, Adolph. Jammy Arabs. How did they manage that?

Neville:
Well, they haven't exactly nailed 'em yet, but they know they're stopping at the Inter-Continental so they're goin' round there on the off-chance.

Oz:
Ahh, well that's hardly guaranteed, is it?

Neville:
Suppose not. Aye, they'll probably hang round in the bar there all night for nowt, then come back and spin some extravagant tale for our benefit.

Oz:
Aye, aye. That's them. [They have a drink.] Hang on a minute... So you reckon they'll just be sittin' in the bar on the off-chance, hangin' around waitin'?

Neville:
Apparently.

Oz:
Right, let's get them. [Goes to the payphone]

Neville:
Eh?

Oz:
Set them up.

Neville:
How?

Oz:
Well... A stroke I pulled at a hotel in Sheffield one time. It was the night before Newcastle played Burnley in the semis. Hey, what a game that was, kidda. Supermac scored twice, and on the way back we smashed this Little Chef up on the A1 at Wetherby...

Neville:
[Interrupting Oz's train of thought] Aye, never mind that, man. What was the stunt?

Oz:
Oh, aye. Right, follow me. [Heads for the payphone again, burping as he does.]