A PUB.
DON - THE BARMAN.
BILL - A CUSTOMER.
DON:
Mornin' stranger. Where ya been?
BILL: I had a few problems with the old man, and me mum.
DON: All sorted now?
BILL: Yeah. Got both the old sods tucked away, ain't I.
DON: Usual?
BILL: Just a half. Drivin' ain't I.
DON PULLS UP A HALF, SLIDES IT ACCROSS THE BAR TO BILL:
Here ya go, one fifty for cash.
BILL DELVES INTO A POCKET AND DUMPS A LOAD OF DUST AND COINS ON THE BAR.
DON: What's all this dust?
BILL: Which pocket did I get the money from?
DON: The right one.
BILL: That'll be me dad, then.