Auf Wiedersehen, Pet, Series 2

Barry:
I must admit, Oz, after the disappointment of not getting to Saudi, I had grave misgivings about joining you in the Falklands, mate.

Oz:
Oh? Why's that, then?

Barry:
I'd seen the pictures on the television, and I'd read all the papers and stuff. I knew there was no amenities, as such, but what I was really worried about was I heard about this animosity from the locals towards the itinerant workforce.

Oz:
Nah, we get nae trouble from the Bennys, do wa?

Paddy:
No.

Barry:
Bennys?

Paddy:
Benny in Crossroads.

Barry:
Yeah?

Oz:
Benny, man. Yer kna, the duck egg, the thicket. He's the stupid one, isn'he? That's what we call the locals.

Barry; Oh, yeah. Oh, I see. Yeah. Yeah... And of course, another thing I heard was that some of our lads go a bit potty out here, you know, with the solitude and the wind, right.

Paddy:
Who told you that?

Barry:
I think it was The Sunday People, actually. I was readin' that apparently some British brickies found some old Argentinian machine guns and went absolutely berserk and started letting 'em off at each other!

Oz:
Yeah, well, you'll always get the occasional lunatic, won't yer?