Auf Wiedersehen, Pet, Series 2

Dennis:
[Walking in] 'Ey, I'm knackered! 'Ey, we've been thrashin' along today, havvn't wa?

Bomber:
New incentive scheme, Dennis, sangria and señoritas. Works a treat.

Dennis:
It's a load o' bollocks, really, yer kna. We're only gannin to Skegness! [Bomber and Neville laugh]

Oz:
I tell yer what it is - if Fraser doesn't come up with this Spanish trip, I'll personally brick 'im up alone in that shithouse.

Wayne:
Listen, Oz, if this trip don't come off, you can brick me up there in there with him. I don't think I could live with the disappointment. Marbells... you've got your pick of your Euro-crumpet in Marbella.

Neville:
We're supposed to be gannin there to work and earn a bit o' money, Wayne. Remember Money?

Barry:
Ah, you're wasting your breath, Nev. I think Wayne has invented a new form of currency - wages for sex.

Harry:
[Sighs] It's crucifying me this, lads. I mean, hearin' all this, knowing I can't come.

Moxey:
An' there's no way you can get out of it, Harry?

Harry:
Not unless they put her dates back. I mean, fancy havin' open heart surgery at a time like this, eh? I mean, it's really inconsiderate, in't it?

Oz:
It is a bit of a pisser, like, 'cos we're bound to need a plumber when we get over to España, aren't we? Kna what I mean? That's just one of the things they haven't yet cracked, isn'it? Like playin' football without hackin' each other to death, or buildin' hotels where all the windows fit, or gettin' all the hairs out of the backs of their bacon rind. These are some of the things what the Spics haven't mastered.