Auf Wiedersehen, Pet, Series 1

Dennis:
Guten Tag, mein Herr.

Neville:
[Mimes winding the window down] Was? (What?)

Dennis:
[Rolls his eyes] Guten Tag, mein Herr.

Neville:
Guten Tag. Benzin, bitte. (Petrol, please.)

Dennis:
Wieviel Benzin? (How much petrol?)

Neville:
Dreissig Liter, bitte. (Thirty litres, please.)

Dennis:
Thirty, is that thirty?

Neville:
[Consulting the phrase book] Aye.

Barry:
[Doing his ironing] Now, that sounds really German that does, y'know. I really admire you two for taking the opportunity for educational advancement, you know. When you get back to England, you could have another string to your bow.

Moxey:
'Ey, they'll be able to order petrol on the M1 in Germany.

Dennis:
Wollen Sie ein Trink, Neville? (Want to come out for a drink, Neville?)

Neville:
Ja, ja, das is ein gut idea.

Moxey:
What's that mean?

Dennis:
We're goin' over the club for a drink. Are you comin', Barry?

Barry:
No, no. No, thanks, I'd better get through this ironing. "Permanent press" seems to have lost its meaning these days.

Dennis:
Moxey?

Moxey:
[Eating from a tin] I'd like to, y'know, but, er, I'm skint.

Neville:
[Getting his coat out of his locker] Ah, don't worry about that, Mox, man. Oz paid us back that fifty he owed us.

Moxey:
Oh, right.

Neville:
[Checks under his pillow - the fifty is gone.] Oh, no!

Dennis:
What's the matter?

Neville:
He must've took it back again!

Moxey:
Well, he's got an important date down the Tivoli.

Neville:
He never asked, though. He makes me mad!

Barry:
He takes advantage of your good nature, Nev, if you ask me.

Neville:
[Snatches his coat of the bed] Do a bloke like Oz a favour and he walks all o'er yer! Can yer see the footprints up me face? [Puts his coat on, making for the door as he does]

Dennis:
Look, you can't do anything about it tonight, Neville.

Neville:
I can and I will! There's a principle involved here! He's tried this on once too often! [He leaves the hut. Dennis shrugs. A few seconds later, Neville comes back...] Where'd you say he'd went?

Moxey:
Er, down the Tivoli, it was.

Neville:
Right. I'm off down there.

Dennis:
Auf Wiedersehen, mein Freund.

Neville:
Bollocks! [Leaves again.]