- [last lines]
- Jo Thomas: Well? How'd you get on?
- Sam Thomas: He said he never wanted to hear me play again.
- Jo Thomas: There y'are, told ya.
- Sam Thomas: And then he threw the violin out the window.
- [first lines]
- Jo: Sure you wouldn't like a coffee while you're waiting?
- Monsieur Lavalle: Thank you, no.
- Jo: I hear you beat us at football last night. Two-one, wasn't it?
- Monsieur Lavalle: Yes. England were very good, but France were better.
- Rod: Morning, Jo. See the match last night? French up to their usual tricks. Morning, did you see it? That was never a penalty; the frog took a dive. Oh, my leg, my leg, I have broken my leg. I tell you, we buy their smelly cheese from their smelly farmers, and the French stitch up up every single time. I'm sorry; you are, um?
- Jo: Monseiur Lavalle from Bob-a-Lux toys in Lyon, France.
- Rod: Mind you, it's the Germans that are the real menace. I mean, they've stitched us up every time.
- Jo: And this is Herr Munt. From their Munich office.
- Jo: You can't want a relationship that's just sex and noth... You're a man; sorry, I was forgetting.