Auf Wiedersehen, Pet, Series 1

Wayne:
Hello. I was just passing.

Christa:
Erm... Why you buy for me these?

Wayne:
Why did I buy..? I just felt like it. Y'know, impulse.

Christa:
Thank you so much, ja? [Turns and approaches her car, but Wayne follows her] Um... They're very lovely.

Wayne:
It's no more than you deserve, is it, eh?

Christa:
There were other flowers much like these... from Oz, I think his name.

Wayne:
Really? What a coincidence, eh? Look, my name's, um... Wayne.

Christa:
[Chuckles] I know. [Wayne opens Christa's car door; she puts the flowers on the front passenger seat] Thank you very much.

Wayne:
My pleasure, love.

Christa:
Er... you Englisch... you live there, ja?

Wayne:
Yeah, in the hut. Yeah. We call it the Stalag.

Christa:
Wie bitte? (I beg your pardon?)

Wayne:
Stalag. 'Cos it's like a prisoner of war camp, y'know.

Christa:
Oh! It's... nice camp, ja?

Wayne:
Nice? It's not exactly the Hilton, love, but it's okay, y'know. Just one of the hardships we have to endure to stay in your wonderful country.

Christa:
Er... show me.

Wayne:
You what?

Christa:
Ja. [She closes the car door] Show me. [Heads towards the lads' hut]

Wayne:
[Giving chase] Look, it's a bit basic, love. I mean, it's got old socks and crisps and things in it, you know! I really don't think you'd like it that much!