Auf Wiedersehen, Pet, Series 2

Barry:
Ahh, good evening, my friend. [Neville sits down] Can I get you a drink, mon amigo?

Neville:
Aye. Anything.

Barry:
It's all right, isn'it? Right! [Pours a drink out of cocktail shaker] Y'know, I could grow accustomed to evenings like this, Neville. Hazel and I have often talked about putting in a bar in our room downstairs. There's room, remember, right by the bay. I mean, nothing as grand as this, of course, just something that's big enough for me to get behind. [Hands the drink to Neville] Hang on... [Adds a decoration]

Neville:
Listen, have you had a word with Hazel yet about gannin to Spain?

Barry:
Yes. Yes, I have, actually. She seems quite keen. But, er... she's in a position of great responsibility, Nev. I mean, she can't just drop everything in her job like that and come straight out, you know.

Neville:
No... but it's still a possibility, is it?

Barry:
Yeah, you know... I think so, yeah. But I thought I'd best get out there meself and see the lie of the land, y'know.

Neville:
[Turns to Wayne, who's stood by the hi-fi checking out Fraser's record collection] What about you, Wayne?

Wayne:
[Turns around] What about Wayne, what?

Neville:
Any chance of you askin' Christa out to Spain?

Wayne:
[Approaching Barry at the bar] Haven't you told him yet?

Barry:
No, I haven't, actually. I haven't had time, have I? Haven't seen sight or sound of Nev since our last conflab.

Neville:
What's this?

Wayne:
Well, now's your chance, eh? [Leaves them to it.]

Barry:
Neville, this may come as a bit of a shock to you, mate...