Auf Wiedersehen, Pet, Series 2

Dennis:
Plastic pipe... plasterboard partition... breezeblocks... chipboard... Every expense spared, eh, Howard(?)

Howard:
Sorry, Dennis, but Ally's desperate to get this project finished so he can ream some cash for his Spanish investments.

Dennis:
What investments are these?

Howard:
I'm sorry, I can't say. But I think you boys are pencilled in as part of them.

Dennis:
A by-offer?

Howard:
[Chuckles] I don't think he sees it in those terms, largely because he doesn't need to buy you lot off. He pays, you do. That's the relationship, isn'it? Pure and simple.

Dennis:
Howard, for an architect, you don't seem to know anything the people in the building trade. I mean my lads are no bunch of Girl Guides, God knows, but they can smell a cowboy job a mile off, man! And if they don't like it it...

Howard:
They can piss off and find work somewhere else!

Dennis:
No, no. They can create a hell of a lot of trouble for the bloke who's abusin' their skills for a quick profit, especially when it means turnin' an old peoples' home into a cardboard death trap!

Howard:
[Takes off his sunglasses] Now, look here, Dennis. I've submitted three separate budgets to Ally for this project. He chose the cheapest one possible because it suited his purposes. It's not for me to make that sort of decision for him. I'm only...

Dennis:
[Interrupting] ...Doin' yer job.

Howard:
That's right.

Dennis:
Howard, listen, man. I've got my reasons for workin' at Ally's orders. Now, I don't like what I'm doin', but I kna exactly why I'm doin' it. Now what's your excuse, son?

Howard:
[Scoffs. Incredulously] I don't have to give you any justifications! Now can we get on, please? [Puts his sunglasses back on]