- [last lines]
- Blamire: [to Clegg] Here, time you and I were home.
- Compo: No, no! One, one for t' road.
- [Compo opens a can]
- Compo: Here's wishing me every success with my daily treble and Mrs Batty.
- [drinks]
- Blamire: In that order?
- Compo: Not... not necessarily.
- [Compo passes the can to Clegg]
- Clegg: Here's to me brother-in-law who shows deep tact and understanding by keeping out of me way.
- [drinks]
- Clegg: [Clegg passes the can to Blamire]
- Blamire: Aah. Well, here's to the lady that managed the NAAFI in Oswestry during the war. The one with the glasses.
- [drinks]
- Compo: Ah, there's no pleasure like lying abed like it used to be when I was supposed to be at work.
- Clegg: There was a time when I had the scientific curiosity, during old Fosdyke's lessons. I was very impressed by the behaviour of iron filings. All them invisible patterns in the air; it makes you think: maybe the Almighty's got a plan after all. Or is he just passing the time embroidering his doily?