Auf Wiedersehen, Pet, Series 2

Oz:
Thirsty work, this lot, eh? [Takes a can from the trolley and opens it]

Moxey:
Aye, yeah.

Oz:
I tell yer, what, I'll be even thirstier when I've strung Wayne up by the bollocks for this latest indiscretion!

Moxey:
Yeah, it was bloody thoughtless. Even for him.

Oz:
[Gets to the beer aisle and starts piling the trolley with even more beer] The man's got nae sense of moderation, Moxey man, has he? Enough is never enough.

Moxey:
Er, Oz?

Oz:
What?

Moxey:
D'you think you could stop callin' us Moxey? I'm Brendan Mulcahy now.

Oz:
Is that the best ye could get? Brendan... Mulcackey? I mean, Moxey's alreet. I can get away with that, 'cos it rhymes with poxy. That's nae bother, but... I cannae see you as a Brendan, really, let alone a Mulcackey.

Moxey:
Yeah, well, I'm stuck with it now, aren't I? It's either a Mick name or a life of constant anxiety waitin' for a gloved hand on me shoulder.

Oz:
Hold on a minute... [Heads down the aisle and round the corner... and emerges behind Moxey with a four-pack of Guinness. Irish accent] Fancy a pint o'Guinness, Brendan? [Laughs as he nudges Moxey and throws the cans into the trolley.]