- [first lines]
- Blamire: What a splendid day it's been.
- Clegg: We've covered some ground.
- Compo: I'm shagged!
- Blamire: Listen to him. We expose him to the wonders of nature, and that's his response. Pure poetry.
- Compo: It's me red-'ot.
- Blamire: Do yourself up then, and keep it in the shade.
- Compo: Aw, me zip's got stuck a bit. There's nowt showing.
- Blamire: I get this terrible dream that he'll start streaking.
- Clegg: I wonder why the Lord made us with spouts like a kettle. I mean why not a small drain plug, for instance, in both feet?