INT. PUB. TWO BLOKES AT BAR.
JIM:
How's work?
BOB:
The usual, and you?
JIM:
You know?
BOB:
Yeah, course, only too well mate.
JIM:
Quiet in here tonight.
BOB:
Dead as mate, dead as.
JIM:
Fancy another pint Bob?
BOB:
Go on then, as I often say if you're going to do something, do it right.
JIM:
Spoken like a, a, a true, hmm, true..
BOB:
Gent?
JIM:
Gent, that's it. Anyway, I meant to ask you.
BOB:
Go on.
JIM:
That thing I mentioned last week?
BOB: (shouting)
ABOUT GIVING YOUR MISSUS A GOOD ROGERING DUE TO THE FACT YOU SUFFER FROM ERECTILE DYSFUNCTION AND YOU DON'T WANT HER TO LEAVE YOU.
JIM:
Yeah
BOB:
I'll think about it.