Auf Wiedersehen, Pet, Series 2

Bomber:
Off limits, boyo.

Wayne:
Oh, I'm not so sure, Bomb. I mean, at Ally's party, you know, in Geordieland, I definitely got a flash off that one.

Bomber:
You mess around with her and bollocks it up for the rest of us, you'll have more than a flash off me, Wayne!

Wayne:
Eh? Don't sermonise me, Bomb! You're not past a bit of lechery yourself. I saw you the other night, down the casino. Two young travel agents from Preston, eh? [Chuckles]

Bomber:
Nothin' I did with them is gonna come back on us lot. [Quiet for sternly] Off limits!

Vicky:
[Now on the terrace] Mornin', lads.

Moxey:
[Hard at work on the tiling in the pool with Neville] Hello.

Neville:
How do.

Dennis:
[Stops what he's doing] Right, I'll not be long.

Vicky:
[Inspecting the lads' work] Eee, mind, this place is comin' on. You'll be finished here soon.

Oz:
[Chucking rocks from the deep end to the terrace] Aye, we divvn't hang aboot, us lot, yer kna.

Vicky:
Er... what are you ganna do when the job's finished, Oz?

Oz:
Me? I don't kna. S'pose I'll have to gan back and... face the grim reality of Margaret Thatcher's Britain. [Has a swig of his beer.] Unless your Ally coughs up a finishin' bonus, like. Then I can postpone it... for a week.

Vicky:
An', er... take off somewhere, like?

Oz:
Ah, well, me an' Barry had planned tae have a slow tovy back through France. But now with his, yer kna, fiancée, we've had to give La Français the big E, so to speak. So, I'll be on me own, as usual.

Barry:
I'm... very sorry if my personal affairs have intruded on your plans, Oz(!)

Oz:
Not my plans, pal. You were the one that wanted to gan an' see the shite hooses of the Loire.

Barry:
Chateaux, Oz.

Vicky:
'Ey, I've always fancied San Tropez, meself. I think there's more nightlife. An', I mean, well, it's more sophisticated than this, like, isn'it?

Moxey:
Oh, aye, yeah. Definitely. Give me San Tropez every time!