Auf Wiedersehen, Pet, Series 2

Oz:
[Sitting down] 'Ey, what aboot that, then? Me an' Merle, live in Nashville.

Harry:
'Ey, er... I thought he shaved his beard off a few years ago.

Oz:
That's not a beard, man. It's a shadow across his face.

Harry:
Oh, yeah.

Oz:
[Taking the photo back] ...or maybe it is a beard! I dunno. Canny fella, like. He was very pleased to hear aboot me stint in the Falklands, 'cos he's very patriotic, like.

Harry:
A Falklands veteran who's met Merle Haggard? Cor, you're just about the most important person I've ever come across, Oz.

Oz:
Well, between ye an' me, like, I didn't get to dae any actual butcherin' out there, yer kna, just civilan work, yer kna. [Picks up his jar, trying to get an onion out] The runway an' that sorta thing.

Harry:
Still, it's very impressive, though. 'Ey, er... rough, was it?

Oz:
Was nae picnic, son. [Stuffs a pickled onion in his mouth.]

Harry:
What was the worst bit? The, er... the cold, or the shortage of women, like?

Oz:
Well... they were both bad, like. I think the worst thing of the lot was them bloody Jim Davidson visits!

Harry:
[Laughs] No lover of Cockneys, eh?

Oz:
Well... [Looks over his shoulder at Wayne] We've got one on the firm, yer kna, but er, very seldom we see eye to eye wi' 'im, like.

Harry:
'Ere, I tell you what, d'you fancy a few drinks an' a bit of a singsong tomorrow night over my way?

Oz:
Could dae, aye. Ho, that'd have ta be o'er your way, like. We're barred from all the boozers 'round here, an' the only one we can get in we got by blackmail!

Harry:
[Laughs again] 'Ey, I'm gonna enjoy workin' with you lads! [Grabs his beer] Hey, Oz. Cheers. [Raises his beer]

Oz:
Cheers. [Harry drinks his beer, while Oz absent-mindedly drinks the vinegar from the pickled onion jar. He coughs and realises what he's done!]