Dave: Anti-wrinkle cream there may be, but anti-fat-bastard cream there is not.
Gaz: You know Dave, it’s a thought.
Gerald: Ha! I could just see Little and Large prancing around Sheffield with their widges hanging out. Now that would be worth 10 quid!
Gaz: Don’t be so bloody daft. We were just saying.
Gerald: Widges on parade! Bring your own microscope!
Dave: Cling film? Am I a chicken drumstick, Gerald?