Right. There you are, you see; that's exactly the sort of thing... Hang on a minute, if this happened on Friday night, how come it's taken her 'til Wednesday to report it?
Del
Because she didn't know she'd been indecently assaulted until this morning when the bloke's cheque bounced.
(Following a police chase, Del angrily returns home. He slams the flat door and throws a suitcase across the room.)
GGranded
Had a good day, Del?
(Del throws his cap on the floor in anger)
Del
Oh, good day?! Good day?! Oh, the best Grandad! The very bloody best! I've been chased by a gendarme, attacked by Pussycat Willum, almost caught rabies and it's all this dipstick's fault!
I am 24 years old, I have two GSEs, thirteen years of schooling and three terms at an adult education centre behind me, right? And with all that, what have I become? I am a lookout.
Del
No, Rodney, you're wrong. You're not just a lookout, you're a bad lookout!
Well, I've gotta admire yer bottle Rodders - I must admit. You've been in the business five minutes and already you've opened up a Spanish branch. You've cornered the World market on broken lawnmower engines - what's your partner doing now, is he buying second-hand pedalos?
No I don't, no I don't. Look, you've got Coventry Street, Grandad has the waterworks and all that. Ah yeah, Park Lane with one hotel, two thousand please.
[Rodney is sceptical about Del's latest acquisition.]
Del
You don't know nothing about antiques, do you? I mean, you know, dealers often put little holes in items like these to give it that sort of distressed look.