Auf Wiedersehen, Pet, Series 2

Barry:
What will you do if we get laid off, Bomb? Head for home?

Bomber:
I should think so, Barry. Throw myself at the mercy of the wife and the DHSS. Mind you, it's a toss-up who'll give me a harder time. [Barry chuckles.] How about you? Would your young lady keep you?

Barry:
She won't even have me at the moment, let alone keep me. No, no, I'll give me business a couple of months and if it still don't take off, I'll try one of those sunrise industries.

Bomber:
I can't see you as a milkman, Barry!

Barry:
[Laughs] No... Bomb, I'm talking about high-technology jobs, you know, computers and, you know, all that stuff. Yeah, with my electrical background I should stand some chance, eh? Mind you, I'll probably be replaced by a smidgen of silicon with a thousand million faculties and a bloody Oxbridge accent.

Bomber:
Nothing can take the place of you, Barry.

Barry:
[Bashfully] Bomb... thanks very much, like.