-Lousy afternoon, isn't it? -Yes.
Right.
If you would just follow the coffin.
Can you just come into line, please?
All right.
-Ta. -Ta.
-Hi. -Hiya.
-You coming? -Where to?
-Home. -Yeah, just a minute.
I've got to finish this shelf first.
-What are you doing tonight? -Going out.
-Who with? -Sandra.
-Do you want to come out with us then? -No.
(BOTH CHUCKLE)
-What time? -8:00?
-See ya. -See ya.
-Busy day, today. -How much did you sell?
About six dozen little chocolate sponge cakes.
Funny for the middle of the week.
We only did one today.
-Do you want any afters? -What is it?
Chocolate sponge cake.
-Oh, hiya, come in. -Hiya.
Hang on while I get me bag.
Are you right?
-What's up? -Nowt.
-What's up with you? -Nowt.
What did you say that for?
I don't know.
You're daft, you.
-Hey? -You say right daft things sometimes.
-Such as? -Like, ''What's up''?
You've got a dead nice laugh, you.
What are you laughing at?
Nothing.
You don't know how lucky you are, Trev.
You're on a good number here.
You've got security.
No clocking in, nobody standing over you.
(HAMMERING)
And you get paid for it as well.
And when you retire, you'll have a good pension.
And finally when you pass away, you get a free funeral on the firm.
There's no short time in this business.
Oh, eh, he's there. I'm going to comb me hair.
Eh?
-You don't remember me, do ya? -No.
Don't ya? I worked in that plumbing office with ya.
It was dead boring.
-What's up? -Nowt.
How about you? Are you courting?
Not at the moment.
Who are you with?
I was supposed to be with me friend, but she hasn't turned up.
Can I have a port and lemon, please?
-You with your fianc�? -He's just my boyfriend.
He's got a mate with him that's on his own.
-Yeah. -Has he? Here, what's he like?
-He's dead nice. -Is he?
He works in undertaker's.
-Does he? -Yeah.
-That's him over there. -Which one?
Him with the brown jacket on.
-Is that your boyfriend? -Yeah.
-Dead nice looking, isn't he? -Yeah, he is.
This is Linda.
That's Ronnie and that's Trevor.
-Hiya. -Hiya.
She used to work with me.
-LINDA: What do you do, Ronnie? -I work in a supermarket.
Do ya? Here, I used to work in a supermarket.
-Dead boring, isn't it? -It's all right.
What do you do, Trevor?
Tell her what you do, Trevor. Go on.
-You work in undertaker's, don't ya? -Yeah.
-Do ya? -Yeah.
-Do ya like it? -Yeah.
-Do you think it's dead nice? -Yeah. Smashing.
MAN: Lemon.
Cinzano and lemonade, please.
She came working as a temp at our place
when the supervisor were off poorly with piles.
She only stopped a day.
-Do you like her? -She's all right.
-Do you like her, Trevor? -Don't know.
Hey, you know, you say you're an undertaker.
Well, what sort of work is it really?
No, really, I'm interested, what sort of work do you do?
I mean, what do you do every morning?
-Make coffee. -Is that all?
It's boring, that.
It's all right.
What else do you do, eh?
-Clean the hearse. -A what?
-The hearse. -Hearse? What's an hearse?
-Hey, what's an hearse? -It's a big, black car.
LINDA: Is it? Oh, that's what you clean, is it?
-TREVOR: Yeah. -That's all you do then, is it?
I go and collect people as well and bury 'em.
-Bury 'em? -And cremations.
-Do ya? -Yeah.
What do you do when you collect them?
Don't you feel it's dead morbid and dead frightening?
-What are you laughing at? -No.
Don't you find dead frightening, dead people?
What do you do when you go in and see them dead?
-What do you do with them? -Take 'em away.
We clean them up and we dress them. And put them in the coffin.
Clean them? What do you mean, you clean them?
We make 'em all nice when...
(CLEARS THROAT) When anyone wants to come and see 'em.
-Who wants to come and see them? -The relatives.
Do they?
They might want to come and see them and say ta-ra.
-Sometimes... -You what?
-Sometimes we put lipstick on them. -Do ya?
Yeah, we do. Make 'em up.
-Put lipstick on 'em? -Yeah.
Hey, you don't put lipstick on the fellas?
(LAUGHING)
-Do you think she's his type? -What?
Do you think she's his type?
I don't know.
What else do you do when you've washed them?
-What do you do? -Work in a shoe shop.
-Do ya? -What do you do?
Serve, don't I?
Can I have a pint of lager,
a port and lemon and a Cinzano and lemonade, please?
Have you got a girlfriend?
Haven't you? Why not?
Don't you like girls at all?
Yeah.
I haven't got a boyfriend at the moment.
He didn't have a drink in because it were his round.
You can come and see me if you like.
Would you like to?
Yeah.
-Oh, well, it doesn't matter. -Yes, it does.
-Why does it? -'Cause you're too soft with him.
-Where is it? -You know Woolies?
-Yeah. -Just opposite.
You let him walk all over ya.
All right, come on Monday.
-Monday. -Yeah.
When I finish work.
You coming back to our house?
-Do you want me to? -Yeah.
All right then.
-Me mam's out. -Is she?
And me dad, yeah.
I'll look forward to that then, won't I? It'll be dead nice.
-Eh, he's a bit funny though, isn't he? -He's all right.
-Are you right, Ronnie? -Yeah.
Are you all right, Trevor?
It suits you, that brown shirt.
-Does it? -Yeah.
Brown's your colour, isn't it?
Do you think he asked her out?
I don't know.
-Do you think he did? -I hope he did.
Why?
Well, getting a bit sick of him keep tagging on with us.
Aren't you?
(SIGHS)
-Eh? -Hmm?
Aren't you getting a bit sick of him, tagging on?
Are ya? 'Cause I am.
Are you not bothered?
Of course I am.
Come on.
Come on, left hand down a bit. Whoa!
I'll give you a hand.
All right. Have you got him?
(GRUNTS)
How's your wife?
I worship the ground that's coming to her.
And how's your love life?
-Eh? -Girlfriend.
You've got one, haven't ya?
-Don't know. -I had hundreds when I were your age.
One on each arm.
Come on.
-Can I borrow one of the cars? -What for?
Oh, no.
I'm not spending all day wiping the footprints off the roof lining.
Did you hear about when the Queen visited the hospital?
No.
She went into the ward and she went to every bed.
She got to the bed right at the end of the ward
and on the pillow was a little head. Nothing else.
The Queen said, ''Hello.''
This little head said, ''Sling your hook.''
She said, ''I beg your pardon.'' ''Sling your hook.''
So she turned to the matron and she said, ''He seems a little upset.''
The matron said, ''Well, you'd be upset, he's having all his teeth out tomorrow.''
Give us the hair brush.
There you are.
-Here you are. -Thanks.
-Hiya. -Hiya.
Why didn't you come in yesterday?
-Busy. -I was dead disappointed.
-Were ya? -Course I was, wasn't I?
-Are you serving me or not? -What do you want?
I don't like these shoes, they're pointed.
-I'm sorry that's all we've got. -All right then, thank you.
All right. Ta-ra!
Is that the suit you wear for work then?
Yeah.
Hang on a minute. I'll just put this shoe back in the box.
All right. I won't be a minute.
Dead old-fashioned, isn't it?
-Do you have to wear a black tie? -Yeah.
-Do you all wear 'em? -Yeah.
-Your hair's a bit scruffy, isn't it? -I'm working.
Just cause you're working don't mean you can't comb your hair, does it?
You'd better come out for a minute, all right.
Just pretend you're looking in the window.
I'll have to go in a minute.
-Do you want to come out tonight? -I can't. I'm sorry.
What about tomorrow?
All right. I'll see you tomorrow outside the Roxy.
What time?
About 7:30.
-All right. -All right?
Yeah.
Ta-ra, Trevor.
(SIGHS)
Dead quiet you, aren't ya?
Are you always dead quiet?
Dead noisy me, aren't I?
Do you think I'm common?
-Eh? -I'll have to go in a minute.
-Where? -Home, won't I?
To me mam. She gets dead worried if I go home late.
Who are you laughing at, eh?
Come to our house.
You what! What would I want to go to your house for?
Eh?
Do you like me, Trevor?
Yeah.
Do ya?
-Do you think I'm dead nice? -Yeah.
Do you think I'm dead pretty?
-Eh? -Yeah.
Why?
You've got nice eyes.
Have I?
What else have I got? Do you like my perfume?
Go on. Have a smell.
Bet they were friends these two, don't you?
Don't know. Come on.
-You can see a lot here, can't ya? -Yeah.
What would you like best?
Would you prefer to be buried or cremated?
Don't know. What do you want to do?
-I want to be buried. -Do ya?
If you get cremated it's sort of like,
you know what I mean, it's all finished, innit, but...
-It's finished anyway... -No, it isn't.
-No, but it's different... -It's all the same to me.
-I don't think it is. -Well, it is.
What shall we do now? Do you want to go to a disco?
-No. I don't like discos. -You what?
I don't like discos.
Why not?
You just don't like 'em.
What time are your mam and dad getting back?
Soon.
You're getting a right Romeo, you, aren't ya?
I'll have to get up. Me back's killing me.
(EXHALES)
That's my house over there.
-Is it? -You can't come in.
-Why not? -Me mam's in.
(CHUCKLES)
-What are you laughing at? -Nothing.
-Do you want to see me again? -Yeah.
I'll see you on Friday, all right?
Yeah.
You don't sound as if you want to, do ya?
I do.
Where?
I'll come round for ya.
I'm not just sitting in some awful pub all night,
then walking round all the time, it's dead boring.
I'm not going in any disco.
Well, you tell me where you want me to go
and I'll just go with you.
Pictures.
All right, see you outside the Roxy on Friday.
Roxy.
What time?
7:30.
Yeah.
-All right. -All right.
Ta-ra!
(INAUDIBLE)
-How's the job? -Boring, shifting boxes all day.
-Leave. -That's what Sandra says.
She says I ought to get a job in a tailor's shop.
-What are you laughing at? -Sandra.
-What's she like? -How do you mean?
-What's she like? -I don't know what you mean.
Have you had her yet?
-Why not? -Don't know.
Oh, she's always frightened her mam and dad'll come back.
-Take her round to your place. -She won't come round to our place.
-Bring her round here. -Round here?
Bedroom.
-Don't be daft. -What do you mean?
What about your mam?
Are you going out tomorrow?
Yes. I'm going to the Conservative Club with your Auntie Agnes.
-There you are. -What?
Tomorrow, she's going out.
Hiya.
-Hiya. -Hiya.
What have ya been doing?
-I've been in all day. -Is your mam in?
No. She's gone out.
-What are you reading? -Book.
(CLICKS TONGUE) Clever.
-Do you wanna take your coat off? -We're not stopping, are we?
-I thought we were going for a drink. -We've only just come.
Have you asked us round for anything special, Trevor?
No.
(MOUTHING)
What?
(MOUTHING)
What?
-You wanna go upstairs? -What for, to go to the toilet?
-I'll go if you don't mind. -Through there.
It's at the back.
-I thought you said it were upstairs. -No.
-You going out? -I said I'd stay down here with me book.
I haven't told her, you know.
-What can I say? -Ask her to go upstairs.
-Oh, I can't do that. -Why not?
-What would she say? -I don't know.
She might say yeah.
You'd better make your mind up, Ronnie.
-What about? -I can't ask her for you, can I?
(SIGHS)
-All right? -Yeah, thanks.
-Are you ready, Ronnie? -Huh?
Are we going?
-Now? -Yeah. I want to go for a drink.
Are you ready?
-See ya. -See ya.
What's up?
-Nothing. -Are you coming?
Yeah.
What time are we going to meet her?
Don't know. About 7:30-ish.
-What's all this about? -Hiya.
I thought I was meeting you.
-I was coming. -You what?
I was coming.
I've been waiting, haven't I? About 20 minutes, haven't I?
But I'm coming.
You think you're really... Go on and laugh, you...
You think you're dead good, you, don't ya? Well, you're nowt.
-What was that about? -Don't know. Your go.
(LAUGHS)
-What are you laughing at? -Linda.
See you, Froggy.
Hey, Froggy, you all right?
Yeah.
Did she hurt ya?
No.
-Are you going to see her again? -No.
-You're not? -No.
(BOTH LAUGHING)
See ya.
(MOUTHING)
What flaming time do you call this?
-I overslept. -Oh, come on. We've got a job on.
What's all the rush for? We're only gonna pick bodies up.
It's a police job.
-Police? Is it? -Get in. Get your foot down.
-Mr Garside? Come in. -Yes.
Morning.
POLICEWOMAN: Would you like to come upstairs?
No. You stay down here, please.
It's up here.
Get the...
-What time do you finish? -2:00.
-Got all afternoon to yourself, then? -Yes.
I'll get them out of the way.
I think you should take her into the lounge.
-Come on, Mrs Bodger. -Don't touch me.
Well, I think it would be best.
-Come on, go into the lounge. -You piss off into the lounge.
It's easy for you.
Here.
If you need us, give us a call.
All right.
-I'll get me bag. -What?
-I'll get me bag. -Yeah.
Well, then, I'll probably see you at the coroner's office tomorrow.
Goodbye, Mrs Bodger.
-Shall we follow you? -No, I'll follow you.
Right.
Do you always drive so fast?
I bloody told you, didn't I?
-Name? -Zoe Colette Angela Bodger.
Hello.
Want a cup of tea?
-Are you hungry? -A bit.
Tea won't be long.
(INAUDIBLE)
Are you being funny again?
-Eh? -Funny!
-Anyway, what have you come round for? -To see you.
-What for? -'Cause I wanted to.
Oh, right.
Anyway, you can't come in.
Is your mam in?
None of your business.
What've you come to see me for?
Eh?
Are you deaf as well as daft?
Eh?
-What've you come around for, Trevor? -What are you doing tonight?
What do you want to know for, Trevor? Are you going to ask me out?
Yeah.
Last time you asked me out, you didn't turn up, did ya?
Hold onto that while I open the door.
Well, it's no good being sorry now, is it?
It's too late now.
Damage is done now, isn't it?
Linda, excuse me, Linda. I'm sorry to bother you.
What?
It's me mother, I can't get her upstairs.
Hey, I bet her mam's fallen down the stairs again.
Come on. You can't go like that.
Of course I am. It's dead urgent, isn't it?
Isn't it awful?
Come on!
-Stop laughing. -I'm not laughing!
-Oh, mum. Please, come on. -What are you doing?
I want to get her upstairs. She's fainted.
Come here.
Hello! Are you there?
-She looks dead ill, doesn't she? -TREVOR: Can I get some water?
-Where's the kitchen? -Down the hall!
-Come on, love. -Come on.
-Don't! Be careful with her. -It's all right. It's all right.
Come on. Hello.
Here we are.
Hold that.
Do you want a drink?
Not after your mucky fingers have been in it, she doesn't.
-Oh, that's better! -She's all right now, isn't she?
-I want to go to bed. -All right. We'll get you to bed.
Those stairs are dead steep, aren't they?
Can we put her in there?
Yeah, put her in there on that couch.
-I think we should get her to bed. -We can't.
We can.
Hold that. Come on.
-Here you are. Right. -Be careful with her.
It's all right. Come on then.
-Mind her head! -TREVOR: Where is it?
It's straight ahead of you there.
-In here? -Yes. Through there.
-Not again. -Careful.
Hey, stop it.
Get a flannel. Go on.
-Don't sit on the bed! -I always sit on the bed.
Don't be so cheeky!
It's over her eyes. Be careful. There. That's better.
Have you sent for Dr Whalley?
No.
Better had, hadn't you? She looks dead poorly.
-Yes. Yes. I'd better give him a ring. -Go on then.
You're being cheeky again.
Hey. Hey.
Hey.
Come on.
What are you doing, you soft apeth? She can't hear you.
-Eh? -Stop it!
You know when I walked into that pub, right?
Yeah.
Was that Ronnie dead surprised?
(TREVOR CHUCKLES)
TREVOR: Yeah. LINDA: Was he?
-Yeah. -What did he say?
He said, ''What's all that about?''
-Did he? -Yeah.
Did I hurt you when I hit ya?
A bit.
-Did I? -Yeah.
Don't do it again.
Be here in about 20 minutes, he said.
Oh, that's better. Do you want a cup of tea, love?
-No. -I'll have one.
Well, if he's having one, I'll have one.
All right. I'll go and put the kettle on.
-Oh, do you want one, Linda? -No, thank you.
-Do you want some help? -Yes, if you like.
What's your name?
-Trevor. -Hmm.
What's yours?
Dolly.
Hello, Dolly.
LINDA: Trevor! You take sugar?
Two.
Haven't seen your husband around lately?
He's around. He's been busy.
-DOCTOR: Anyone at home? -Aye.
-In here, Doctor. -Thank you.
-Hiya, Dr Whalley. -Hello.
Now, then, Mrs Ball, what have you been getting up to?
CHRISTINE: She's fainted, Doctor.
Fainted. What did you have to faint on a Sunday afternoon for? It's my day off!
-I'm sorry, Doctor. -CHRISTINE: And she didn't eat her tea.
Didn't eat your tea, you bad girl.
How often have I told you to eat properly?
You've got to look after that stomach of yours.
-Will I have to go in hospital? -No. I don't think so, Mrs Ball.
But I'll have a little look at you anyway.
All right. Everybody outside, please.
Come on, Trevor.
-Ta-ra, Dr Whalley. -Bye-bye.
-Ta-ra, Mrs Ball. -TREVOR: Ta-ra, Dolly.
Close the door, please.
-MRS BALL: Christine, she's got my hat. -Oh, mother's hat.
LINDA: I'm sorry.
Could you close the front door after you, please?
LINDA: All right.
Do you want to come in?
All right.
Do you want a coffee?
Yeah.
Why ain't you been round before?
Don't know.
So what have you been doing?
Working.
-Oh, hey. The doctor's just going. -Don't put your foot on there.
-Haven't you been out with that Ronnie? -No.
Anyway, you'll have to go in a minute. My mam'll be back.
-Where's she been? -She's at me Auntie Eileen's.
(TREVOR CHUCKLING)
-These yours? -Mmm.
You read 'em?
Yeah.
What sort of books do you like reading?
-Books? -What sort?
What is that?
Dracula.
Is it dead frightening?
They always have sexy women in them, don't they?
Do you think she's pretty?
Eh?
She's all right.
You fancied that Christine, though, didn't ya?
Eh?
You can kiss me if you like.
Do you want to?
Yeah.
Put your coffee cup down.
-I've not finished it. -Well, finish it after.
Go on.
Well, come on.
Come on.
-You're over there and I'm over here. -Well, come over here, then.
Come on.
(LAUGHING)
-What are you laughing at? -I'm not laughing.
(SNICKERS)
Eh?
I'm not.
Don't you know how to kiss anybody?
You what?
What are you laughing at?
Are you coming upstairs?
Come on.
You'd better go then, hadn't you?
Come on. Me mam'll be back any minute.
Do you want to see me again?
Do you, Trevor?
Yeah.
I want to go to a disco.
All right.
-This Friday? -Yeah.
(DISCO MUSIC PLAYING)
He don't want to dance with me, Trevor.
Oh, leave him. He'll...
Nobody else has got their hands in their pockets.
He's dead shy, aren't ya?
(INDISTINCT)
(MUFFLED)
(INAUDIBLE)
-Never shut up, do they? -Eh?
-Never shut up. -What's going on?
Kept pulling me hands out of me pockets all the time.
Are you gonna dance with me now, Ronnie?
-What? -You gonna dance with me?
-I don't know. -He can dance with me, can't he?
Go on, have a dance with her.
Can't he dance with me? Can he?
Come on.
Can't you get Ronnie to dance with me?
Eh?
Go on, Ronnie.
Come and have a dance with me. I haven't danced with a fella yet.
-Go on. -I don't count him. He's...
And don't put your hands in your pockets.
What sort of girls do you like, Ronnie?
-Eh? -I'm not bothered.
Do you think Sandra's dead pretty?
-She's all right. -Do you think I'm quite nice-looking?
Hey.
Trevor don't like me any more.
Don't you like places like this?
(MOUTHING)
Where do you like? Do you like football?
What do you like then?
Do you just like reading?
What are you laughing for?
I think you're really funny, you.
I'm not talking to you if you just keep laughing at me.
-Are you gonna marry Ronnie? -What? He's not asked me yet.
What are you laughing at? What's so funny?
You.
I don't think that's nice.
I haven't really got a boyfriend any more.
-Haven't ya? -Not really.
When are you getting married anyway?
Aren't you marrying Linda?
-Eh? -No.
Don't know.
Would you like to come round to my house?
-Yeah, if you want. -Would ya?
Yeah.
We'll just have a cup of tea or something like that.
Yeah.
-Do you want to get married? -I don't know.
What's this big thing about getting married?
It's nowt to do with you when I get married.
I might do. I might not.
-To Ronnie? -You're right nosy, you, aren't ya?
Eh?
Why are you so interested?
-Do you want to be a bridesmaid? -You're just as interested in what I am.
-I'm not. Like what? -What I wanna do.
Like what? Just tell me.
Like everything. You want to know everything, don't you?
-I do not. When have I asked you? -You do.
You're always asking all of the time. You're always shouting at Ronnie.
Well, it's nothing to do with you. I'm not shouting at him anyway.
You look like a Cheshire cat, leering like that.
(INAUDIBLE)
Oh, here they are.
How are we getting home? Are we getting a taxi?
-Yes. -Are you all right?
Are you right, eh?
Are you all right?
Yeah.
-Are you right? -Have you had a nice time, Ronnie?
-Yeah. -Have you?
Come along.
What?
-You been right miserable all night. -What's the matter with you?
You have! You've been miserable all night.
-You've not had a good word. -I have been speaking.
-You've not said two words all night. -I have!
All you said is ''yes'' and ''no''.
Give me a kiss and say bye.
Have you had a nice time, Ronnie?
-Yeah. -Have you?
-Do you like going out? -Yeah.
Do you like dancing?
-Yeah, I do. -Do ya?
-You're a dead good dancer. -Huh?
Yeah. He's all right, isn't he? I think he's a dead good dancer.
Better than half in there, any road, isn't he? Better than Trevor.
Is that right? Are we going again next week?
Yeah, I'd like to.
Yeah. It were smashing. We had a good laugh, didn't we?
Better than going out to a pub, weren't it?
-Oh, yeah. -It's dead boring. It's awful.
We're going again next week, Trevor?
Trevor!
What are you doing that for, eh? Aren't you talking to me at all?
Shut up!
What's wrong with him?
(MOUTHING)
Hang on, please. It's just here.
Have I annoyed him?
(MUMBLING)
I shall see you, Linda, anyway.
-I've had a good night. Have you? -Yeah. I have.
-See you, Trevor. -Don't talk to him.
-He's not speaking. -He's soft.
I'll see you, Ronnie.
Give us a kiss then.
Come on.
Come on, give us a kiss.
That were a quickie.
-Well, I'll see you. -I'll see you!
-Ta-ra! -Ta-ra!
It's been a good laugh, hasn't it?
All right. I'll look after him for ya.
-Ta-ra! -Ta-ra!
-WOMAN: Is that you, Sandra? -Yeah.
Make sure you put those lights out when that Ronnie's gone.
He's not here.
Would you stop here, please? I'm gonna get out now.
Would you open the door for me, Trevor, please?
I had a nice time. We'll have to do it again sometime, won't we?
Yeah.
You'll have to bring Sandra along perhaps.
Yeah.
You... You rude pig!
Do you want to give me a goodnight kiss?
Hey, come on.
Come on. Come on, give me a goodnight kiss. Come on.
Don't you want to?
Isn't he awful, eh?
Do you want to give me a goodnight kiss instead?
Don't know if I should.
What are you laughing at, eh?
Well, you think you're dead good, don't ya?
Anyway...
I'm going now. Goodnight, Ronnie.
I've had a nice time.
-Ta-ra! -Ta-ra!
Ta-ra!
-Hiya. -Hiya.
-Cold, innit? -It is.
Might not be too long in there, though.
Do you think they will?
I don't know. They might be. They might not be.
-Do you like weddings? -Yeah.
-Do you? -Yeah.
-What do you like about it? -Well, they're nice to see.
Yeah.
Do you want to get married?
-No. -Why not?
I don't know.
-Don't you like boys? -No.
-Don't you? -No.
-You've not got a boyfriend? -No.
-Bet you have. -I haven't.
-Eh? -I haven't.
-Why not? -I don't know.
-Don't anybody fancy ya? -No.
-Don't you fancy anybody else? -No.
-No? -No.
-What do you just do all the time? -Play with me friends.
Your friends. What do you do with them?
Play in the garden with me dolls.
-Do you? -Yeah.
-I wish they'd hurry up. -How long do you think they'll be?
(SIGHS)
Be about another 3,900 hours, the rate they're going on in there.
Do you think so? You never know, it could be.
-You all right? -Yeah.
-Are you? -Yeah.
Sorry about last night.
-For what? -Linda.
Not you, is it?
Here, look at this. Come on.
Look at 'em.
Shall we go to Blackpool in it?
-Now? -Yeah.
Won't they mind?
I don't know.
Come on.