"Right, got me ticket. You surely don't get a seven month detour for £7.50."
"I can almost smell hanging monkey."
"Just a brisk walk to the Headland now."
"Still there."
"Cannat beat a Saturday afternoon pint."
"Way aye, fatha." "WTF??"
"Where've ye been, son?"
"Oh, neewhere much."
"It were all this bastaad's fault."
"Oh, and she's the artistic director." "Could they not have put you three miles closer to the train station, you stubborn old get?"
"Ah well, that's that then. Let us know if ye'll take him off my hands again; I enjoyed the peace and quiet!!"
