SMITHY and WAYNE, two prisoners in cell.
WAYNE is watching the football. He has a can of beer in one hand and a fag in the other. SMITHY enters. He is very dirty and carries a spade.
SMITHY:
Wayne, I’m through!
WAYNE:
(Trying to see telly past him) D’ya mind? I can’t see the game.
SMITHY:
I’m past the wall!
WAYNE:
(Sarcastically) Brilliant.
SMITHY:
We’re free! We can go anywhere!
WAYNE:
Smithy, there’s a petrol strike.
SMITHY:
Buy anything!
WAYNE:
And a credit crunch.
SMITHY:
Smoke anything!
WAYNE:
You tried the gear out there, Smithy!? You’re the worst dope we’ve got!
SMITHY:
You mean ..?
WAYNE:
Block it up, mate, we’ll be swamped!