Auf Wiedersehen, Pet, Series 2

Wayne:
Can I help you, squire?

Customs Officer:
Oh, hello. No, I was... just admiring the car. Yours, is it?

Wayne:
Yeah, that's right.

Customs Officer:
German, I notice.

Wayne:
Yeah, BMWs normally are.

Customs Officer:
No, I meant the registration. [Points to the number plate.] "D-HB", that's the district of Düsseldorf, isn't it?

Wayne:
Perhaps. 'Ere, listen, seein' as you're so bloody good at initials, how 'bout F.O.?

Customs Officer:
...Dunno that one.

Wayne:
Didn't think you would(!) Look, what's all this about, mate? The car ain't for sale, all right?

Customs Officer:
Glad to hear it, because having already avoided import duty, you wouldn't want to break the law again, Mr. Wayne Winston Norris? [Shows his ID] Customs and Excise. [Tears a sheet of paper from his pad] Your receipt, sir. Keys, please, sir?