Auf Wiedersehen, Pet, Series 2

Brenda:
No, Neville. Not here.

Neville:
What?

Brenda:
It's not the right place.

Neville:
In our bed? In our house? At night? Where would you rather do it, at the squash club?

Brenda:
Wayne's here.

Neville:
Well, what's that gotta do with Wayne?

Brenda:
I'm not doin' it with him here in the house.

Neville:
Why not?

Brenda:
Because he'll hear wor.

Neville:
He'll not hear us.

Brenda:
We can hear him gargling so he'll certainly hear us... well, he can hear wor.

Neville:
If you'd mentioned this last night, I certainly wouldn't have asked him to stay.

Brenda:
You should have thought it through! Oh, Neville, it's just too inhibitin'.

Neville:
You never used to say that before we were married, when I used to come round your parents' place.

Brenda:
That was different. My parents went to bed very early. They were sound sleepers, and you used to have Match of the Day on at full volume. And you used to watch it!

Neville:
Wayne'll not be asleep, man. That Sony Walkman never leaves his ears. I mean how's he ganna hear us with Twisted Sister blastin' into his brain cells?

Brenda:
He might.

Neville:
He'll not, man. It's not like we're noisy, Bren. It's not as if you're a screamer.

Brenda:
What?!

Neville:
...Well, it's not like you're one of them frenzied females you hear about, yer kna, that scream and shout and bark.

Brenda:
[Loudly] Bark?! D'yer want us to bark?!

Neville:
Sssh, man, Brenda! Wayne'll hear us!