Auf Wiedersehen, Pet, Series 2

Wayne:
Oh hello, Bren.

Brenda:
Hello, Wayne. Are you all on your own?

Wayne:
Yeah. Lads have gone down the pub. Said I'd babysit.

Brenda:
That's nice of you.

Wayne:
I didn't fancy it. And, er... I wanted to speak to Christa, you know, sort of privately, like. Here. [Reaches into his pocket and pulls out some money and puts it on the coffee table.]

Brenda:
I'm sure that's too much, Wayne. It's cheap rate after all.

Wayne:
Yeah, but there was, er... quite a lot of heavy dialogue tonight.

Brenda:
Oh dear... Look, there's some Cointreau on that sideboard over there. Why don't you pour wor both one, eh? [He does so.] So, she come to a decision, yet?

Wayne:
Yep. She's gonna have the baby.

Brenda:
Oh, that's a relief. I am glad.

Wayne:
But... she ain't gonna have me back. [Brings the drinks over] So, the good news is I'm gonna have a kid by the woman I love. And the bad news is I'll probably never get to see it.

Brenda:
It's ironic, isn't it? You and Oz have similar problems.

Wayne:
How'd you get on with Marjorie?

Brenda:
Well, she's agreed to let him see the boy. Took two bottles of Chianti, though!

Wayne:
You're a marvel you are, Brenda. Here, you don't fancy popping over to Dusseldorf, do ya? Doing the business on Christa, eh?