Auf Wiedersehen, Pet, Series 2

Oz:
[Head in hands] Dear me, I thought I'd ne'er thought I'd see the day I'd be glad I couldn't get a fry-up! [Coughs loudly. Moxey, also hungover, joins them. Oz laughs] Don Juan! [Barry stirs his coffee noisily.] D'yer have to do that? D'yer have to do that... so loud?

Barry:
Ah, sorry. [Takes the spoon out and taps the top of his mug a few times. Oz winces.]

Bomber:
Oh, what was that bloody stuff we were drinking last night?

Oz:
Never mind what we were drinking, it was what them bastard groupies was guzzlin' in that done all the damage! [Reaches into his pocket and pulls out some money.] I've got about three pound left.

Moxey:
Maybe we should rob a payroll wagon after all. [Carlos brings Moxey a coffee.]

Barry:
That remark is in very poor taste, if you don't mind me saying so, Moxey. If it wasn't for people like you glamourising criminal activity, we wouldn't be pestered by the press, would we? Or exploited by those vacuous females last night.

Oz:
That didn't stop ye stickin' yer heid in the door, did it? See if there was any exploitin' to be done, eh?

Bomber:
Well, if we can't go out, and we can't stay in, there's not much point in being here, is there?

Barry:
Nah. We're not tourists. We're not workers. We're trapped. We're in limbo!

Oz:
They divvn't limbo here, man. They flamenco. [Chuckles, then coughs.]

Bomber:
Barry's got a point though, eh? Leisure without graft has got a pretty hollow ring.

Moxey:
Well, none of this is actually helping to decide what we're gonna do today though, is it? [Gets out of his chair to go to the breakfast buffet] Don't think I can face another day of sunlight, sangria... [Clutches his stomach] ...or food, either. [Carefully sits back down.]

Barry:
I've just had an absolutely brilliant idea. Why don't we hire a couple of cars and hit the road? Eh? Toddle off down to Gibraltar, it's not far you know, border's open now. What do you think?

Bomber:
There'd be cheap British beer, duty frees, and today's papers too.

Moxey:
Papers are still a sore point, you know, Bomb.

Oz:
Aye, g'wan, I'm up for it. I've alwayd wanted me photo taken with them... with them baboons.

Barry:
Right... [Gets some money from his pocket.] Here is my contribution. I suggest you three pool your resources as well. I'll go and wake Wayne up. [Gets up.] If he's interested, I'll get a hire car brochure in Reception. [Leaves the bar.]

Oz:
I wonder if they do a five-seater Porsche?