Auf Wiedersehen, Pet, Series 2

Carol:
I, er, brought you some tea.

Wayne:
Oh, cheers. Just finished, as it happens.

Carol:
Is that your job? Windows?

Wayne:
Only when the lads have got a ball. Basically, I'm a chippie. [Takes the mug] Ta. Here, look, I'm sorry about rubbishing your old man, you know. Me and Arthur get on like a house on fire.

Carol:
Oh, well, it's more than I do.

Wayne:
Oh, yeah? [They sit on a bench in the pub car park] Bit iffy, is it?

Carol:
Since my mum left, he's got worse, really. All his children are a terrible disappointment to him.

Wayne:
How come?

Carol:
None of us joined the Air Force. My sister lives with a lecturer, and my brother's gay and runs a health food restaurant.

Wayne:
Oh, yeah? And what do you do?

Carol:
I'm studying sociology at Nottingham. My last year.

Wayne:
And then where?

Carol:
As far away as possible.

Wayne:
[Pulls a cigarette from behind his ear] Here, d'you want one of these?

Carol:
Oh thanks, yeah. [Wayne gives her a cigarette from his packet and lights both cigarettes. Carol takes a drag then exhales.] I used to love it round here when I was a kid. I can't stand it now. The people have changed. They're all the rich overspill from Sheffield, or retired Tories with nothing better to do than complain about Arthur Scargill.

Wayne:
Yeah. I reckon our presence here's raised a few eyebrows. [Carol chuckles.]

Pringle:
[Calls round the side of the pub] Carol!

Carol:
[Sighs] See you later. [Gets up and leaves Wayne.]