Auf Wiedersehen, Pet, Series 2

Neville:
Fancy a nightcap?

Dennis:
Aye, why not?

Neville:
[Getting up] Brandy?

Dennis:
Nah, beer for me these days, Nev. [Neville gets a couple of beers out of the fridge and opens one] Hey, it's easy to get used to a life of luxury, isn'it? [Chuckles] Cocktail bar, swimming pool... [Neville hands him the opened beer.] Ta.

Neville:
Yeah. [Opens his beer] Back to reality next week, though. We'll just be another couple of Thatcher's unemployment statistics.

Dennis:
Never mind. You'll still have a nice tan down the dole queue, Nev.

Neville:
Aye. What are you gonna do? Given it any thought?

Dennis:
Well, I cannae be a brickie again. I cannae face some desolate winter on some North East building site.

Neville:
Hmm... I've got nae choice. That's what I am. That's what I do. I'm not ashamed of it, like.

Dennis:
Aye, of course not. Nor should you be. I didn't mean that, man. I'm just talkin' about me, Nev. I need to change me life.

Neville:
Does Christine figure in your plans?

Dennis:
I dunno. Well, I'd like her to be, yer kna. But until something materialises, I haven't got much to offer her, have I?

Neville:
Ally's money?

Dennis:
[Chuckles] What about it?

Neville:
Well... it's just sittin' there, isn'it? Where you hid it, like?

Dennis:
Yeah.

Neville:
Well... if I was you, I'd be tempted to keep it and...

Dennis:
What?

Neville:
Well, I dunno. Buy a newsagents?

Dennis:
[Rolls his eyes] Oh, lad, you don't set yer sights very high, do yer? I thought you were ganna say, "Take it and bugger off to Brazil, man", not buy a bloody newsagents!

Neville:
Aye. There's not enough of it for Brazil, is there?