- [first lines]
- Foggy: Boy, I'm looking forward to it. A weekend by the sea: salt air in your lungs, sun on the water.
- Clegg: Sand in your sandwiches.
- Foggy: I refuse to be discouraged by that cynical attitude. You're looking forward to it just as much as I am. When I called for you this morning, you were whistling.
- Clegg: Well, I had just opened my electricity bill.
- Foggy: No, you were happy.
- Clegg: Sh, not so loud! Nobody admits to being happy these days; they'll think I'm weird.
- Foggy: Exercise.
- Clegg: And the world is full of social reformers, and nothing irritates your social reformer more than finding some damn fool who's happy!
- Foggy: Oh, exercise is all you need. I don't keep this figure by accident, you know.
- Clegg: [about Compo's aftershave] 'Biceps'. Which obviously means half of forceps, that is: a pair of tweezers with only one prong. Now, *that* could take a bit of getting used to.
- [sniffs]
- Clegg: And this is going to take a bit of getting used to, too, which of course explains why it's, it's called Biceps.