Men Behaving Badly, Series 2

Dorothy:
That's what I love about going out with you, Gary, it's an endless orgy of glamour and entertainment.

Gary:
Dorothy's usual, please, Les.

Les:
Refresh my memory.

Dorothy:
Vodka in a chipped glass with a dribble of flat tonic and an aftertaste of cigarette ash.

Les:
Oh, yeah. I remember now.

Gary:
I've had some bad news. Had a postcard from Dermot. He's not coming back.

Dorothy:
Have fallen in love with a croupier called Letizia. We're going around the world on her Yamaha. Is that an organ?

Gary:
No, it's a motorbike.

Dorothy:
Send my Polynesian love ball and other important items to my mum. Sell everything else, my saucepans, et cetera, to cover what I owe you. Thanks. Generous of him.

Gary:
Well, it would be if his possessions weren't worth precisely £16.47.

Dorothy:
What does he owe you?

Gary:
Eight hundred and sixty two quid.

Dorothy:
Weather lovely. Rimini has a body shop. Oh. Oh, donkey, having sex with another donkey.

Gary:
Why doesn't anybody take me around the world?

Dorothy:
Cause they know they'd have a crap time.

Gary:
I've been writing an ad for the newspaper.

Dorothy:
Let's have a look.

Gary:
You'll use it as an excuse for a cheap laugh.

Dorothy:
I will not.

Gary:
You always do.

Dorothy:
(tuts). Ah, looks fine. You don't think Jacuzzi's pushing it a bit, do you?

Gary:
Why?

Dorothy:
You haven't got one.

Gary:
No, but if you whoosh to the shower attachment in the bath, it's just like it, honestly.

Dorothy:
Don't you think you should put bath with shower attachment you can whoosh round a bit?

Gary:
Too many words.

Les:
Yeah. (chuckles) I'll tell you how you can get a Jacuzzi when you're in the bath. (Chuckles)

Gary:
Les, are you going to say what I think you're going to say?

Les:
(chuckles) Yeah.