Auf Wiedersehen, Pet, Series 2

Mrs. Bellamy:
Good morning.

Neville:
How do.

Mrs. Bellamy:
I'm Helen Bellamy. I owe you gentlemen an apology. It was I who sent the policeman here yesterday. I'm afraid I thought you were criminals. [Oz chuckles.]

Neville:
I suppose we did look a bit out of place, like, roond here.

Mrs. Bellamy:
Mr. Ames, er, talked about doing some work on the house.

Neville:
It's not Mr. Ames we're workin' for. This is owned by a Mr. Fraser now.

Mrs. Bellamy:
Oh? It's been sold? I never saw any signs. None of the local estate agents had it listed. Of course, Mr. Ames was rather a mystery man. My husband and I met him once when we were raising money for Oxfam. He made a very generous donation. And then one day, we opened the Sunday newspapers and found him described as King Porn!

Wayne:
Oh yeah?

Mrs. Bellamy:
"Is this Britain's most evil man?" one of them asked. We'd always found him perfectly charming.

Oz:
You cannae gan judging a book by what you see printed on the front cover, pet, can yer?

Mrs. Bellamy:
I beg your pardon?

Neville:
He's sayin' appearances can be deceptive.

Wayne:
Yeah, y'see these days, a lot of villains become country squires, don't they? You know, mingle with local nobs, take up fox hunting, have sherry with the vicar. Then once a month, they pops down to London and does the old bullion job.

Oz:
Aye, then they get rumbled, y'see, and dodge over to Spain, divvn't they?

Mrs. Bellamy:
Ah, Spain? Yes, where one gathers Mr. Ames now resides.

Neville:
Would you like a cup of tea, Mrs..?

Mrs. Bellamy:
No.. thank you. Jasper and I must be getting along.

Moxey:
Nice dog, that. I like retrievers.

Oz:
[Laughs] I would've thought a retriever would be the last sort of dog you'd have fancied, Moxey! [Laughs again]

Moxey:
Shut up, Oz.

Mrs. Bellamy:
The old house could do with a lick of paint.

Neville:
Oh, it's more than that, pet. Big job, this. Conversion.

Mrs. Bellany:
Really?

Neville:
Aye. We'll be here a while.

Oz:
Aye, so you'd better lock up yer daughters! [Chuckles]