Auf Wiedersehen, Pet, Series 2

Dennis:
Kevin wants, er, Hill Street Blues recording, Norma, if that's alreet.

Norma:
Yes.

Dennis:
Just leave them pots, man, I'll do them later. [Goes to the VCR] Pour us a couple of brandys, yeah?

Norma:
I don't want any more to drink, Dennis!

Dennis:
[While he sets the VCR] Hey, when I was a kid, yer kna, I spent my Sunday mornings either playin' football or at church parade with the Boys' Brigade. Nowadays, they come straight downstairs from their bedrooms and watch sex and violence on the telly. Can't be good for 'em.

Norma:
I blame the parents, meself. [Dennis gets up and pours himself a brandy] Dennis, I don't want to start nagging you but you're puttin' the drink away these days. Is there something bothering yer?

Dennis:
...I just drink when I'm windin' down, Norma. Helps us relax. [He sits on the sofa while Norma sits on the armchair] Anyway, hey, I was readin' this article in The Journal the other day, said, er... drinkers were less likely to have heart attacks than those who didn't drink. Knew I was right all along!

Norma:
Did Neville mention our little chat to you at all during the week?

Dennis:
[Sighs] What chat's that?

Norma:
About Ally Fraser and money.

Dennis:
Aye, aye. He mentioned it, so I put his mind at rest.

Norma:
Oh?

Dennis:
Hey, yer kna, Ally's tryin' to get us up to Spain for this next job.

Norma:
[Scoffs] By choice, is it?

Dennis:
[Sighs] Look, Norma, once and for all, I'm straight with Ally Fraser, right? By the time we're finished at the Manor and we complete this Spanish work, that's probably the end of our relationship.

Norma:
"Probably"?

Dennis:
Well, look, man. If he keeps comin' up with work for me an' the rest of the lads, we cannae keep turnin' it down, can wa? Mean, I cannae gan down the Job Centre and say "Oh, we've been offered some work, but we didn't fancy that. Have you got anythin'?"

Norma:
Dennis... Just look me straight in the eye and tell me you don't owe Ally Fraser money!

Dennis:
Bloody hell, Norma! What is this? The Spanish Inquisition?

Norma:
No, no, I just wanna know.

Dennis:
Well, it's none of your business, pet!

Norma:
Oh, isn'it? And yet it is my business when you want a place to stay or to bring yer kids for your weekend? Or a place for yer bloody mates to doss in? That's my business? Look, if you wanna help me, Dennis, you're gonna have to be straight with us.

Dennis:
I am straight with yer.

Norma:
Well, that's not what I'm hearing 'round the doors.

Dennis:
[Suddenly shouting] Well, if it's only bloody gossip that's gettin' on yer nerves, why don't yer bloody move, man?!

Norma:
[Sternly] Look, Dennis! You don't seem to understand, we are family! It doesn't matter how far you travel or how old you get, you're still my little brother, and I care about you!! [Quietly] How much d'you owe?

Dennis:
[Quietly, finally realising he should confess all] Six grand.

Norma:
[Shocked] What?!

Dennis:
£6,000.

Norma:
Dennis..?

Dennis:
Look, Norma, man, it's not as bad as all that, man. Half the country's in debt or livin' off credit. There's not much difference between Ally Fraser and Access cards!

Norma:
Except he's got the power to make you do what he wants!

Dennis:
Look, Norma, I'm only a brickie. I'm only buildin' a house for him, I'm... I'm not contracted killer or somethin'! I've told ya, once we've finished the Spanish work, I'll be in the clear. That's the deal, I promise. I'll be off the hook within three months.

Norma:
Honest?

Dennis:
Well, would I lie to me big sister, eh, knowin' the hiding I'd get when she'd found out?

Norma:
[Chuckles] Oh go on, I think I'll have that brandy!