Hello, your mini cab's arrived, Albert.
[It is indeed Rodney leading the funeral prosession in full Chief Mourner's gear he looks up and sees Del.]
Rodney
You git. You rotten git! You never told me my new job was a chief mourner!!!
Rodney, please show some respect.
Rodney
How can you be sure it ain't been found? Over the past few years, every policeman and underworld figure in the country must have been looking for that gold.
(talking about the gold that was stolen by Freddie the Frog) And what would they have done with it, eh? They either put it through a fence, which meant it becomes public knowledge, or they smelt it down themselves. And if they do that, well that amount of gold coming onto the market causes ripples, the sort of ripples that would be remembered for a long time.
What if the police found it?
I'm talking about the police! The chaps never found it either; I had a chat with the Driscoll brothers.
Rodney
(incredulous) You went and saw the Driscoll Brothers?
Rodney
Oh, they're smashing blokes, Unc! It's like bumping into the Two Ronnies; Biggs and Kray! And they never sussed out why you were asking questions?
No! I mean, you know what they're like! A couple of years ago, some guru reckoned the world would end within a month, and Danny Driscoll bet a grand that it would! And he's the brains of the outfit!
Well it was one Sunday many years ago!
Rodney
Where was I?
You was down the Mountbatten estate selling them gas conversion kits.
Rodney
You bastard!!! You sent me all the way down there knowing I had chicken pox just so you and Annie bleedin' Oakley could have the flat to yourselves.
It weren't like that Rodders! I was trying to present you with a challenge.
Rodney
What, selling gas conversion kits on an all electric estate? That is a challenge and a half.
See the blonde bird? I've had her! And her mate. See that black sort at the back there? She's crazy about me! Phones me all the time.
JJevon
You're one hell of a man, Mickey.
Rodney
Mickey, are you doing this for charity?
Rodney
Well, I just wondered whether it was sponsored bullshit.
I'm telling you the truth, Rodney!
I thought the bloke you bought it from said an idiot could work it?
Yes, yes, yes, that's right yes! Rodney! Come along, it's gone six o'clock!
Rodney
Yes all right! Keep the noise down, will you?
Cor blimey, look at the state of that, I've seen blokes crawl out of potholes looking smarter than that.
[Del has just taken delivery of several boxes of blow up dolls, thinking they were children's dolls.]
Rodney
Del, these dolls ain't called Barbie or Sindy. These dolls are called Lusty Linda and Erotic Estelle.
You can't have dolls with names like that.
Rodney
You can if you go to the right shops!
[The Trotters discover the blow up dolls.]
Bloody hell! What have we got ourselves into here?
Rodney
Well this is your fault! You just go rushing into things and to Hell with the consequences!
That's because I've got a high profile!
Rodney
Yeah! High profile and low forehead!
[Albert doesn't quite understand the concept of the blow up dolls.]
They're big for little dolls, ain't they?
Rodney
Unc, they ain't... ordinary dolls. You see them advertised in... magazines.
(starts to hunt around the living room) Where's that Radio Times?
Rodney
Albert, have a day off, will you?! I mean... seedy magazines, for kinky, sleazy little men.
Rodney
Oh, am I? You have a look at this, then! (produces an adult magazine from his jacket)
No chance of that happening with Rodney, is there? World War III! This plonker can't even get Channel Three!
Rodney
Have you actually read the instructions to your video recorder?
No, I haven't actually read them. Why?
Rodney
Well why don't you do that small thing, Derek? I think you'll find it really interesting, because we have instructions in German, Spanish, French and Italian and not one single word in English. And that's why your machine don't work. It was made strictly for sale in Europe.
But we are in Europe. We're in the common market, aren't we?
Rodney
Yes, I know that, but we have a different electrical system to the rest of Europe. And that's why your machine's on the blink. Its components are burning out. It is what's technically known as "knackered."
[Del, Rodney, and Cassandra have arrived in Spain.]
Hang on a minute, just before you go and check in - this prize ain't quite as straightforward as it seems.
Well he did win, didn't he?
[Rodney is staring, distracted, at all the other winners]
Oh yes, yes, he won and all that, and it's all pukka and above board, and we're here...
Rodney
That's strange, you know.
Rodney
Well, I noticed it on the plane, but it didn't sort of register. They're all mums and dads - they've all got their kids with them.
What's strange about that?
Rodney
Well, except for me, right, all the winners are parents.
No, it's not the parents that are the winners, Rodney... It's the kids.
Well Rodney's painting won first prize... in an under 15 year old category.
Rodney
(stunned) Say again?
So they think Rodney's 15?!
Rodney
Is that right?
No. They think you're 14.
Rodney
14? (to Cassandra) They think I'm 14!!!
[Cassandra dissolves into giggles.]
Rodney
Why didn't you tell me this back in England?
Well I thought it might cast a little cloud over the holiday. Look, Rodney, I sent your painting off in good faith. I didn't know there were lots of categories, but you're the one who wrote on it, "Rodney Trotter, aged 14 1/2", so the organisers must have put you in the kids category. So it's your fault, that you wrote on it.
Rodney
But how was I to know that in 12 years' time, you were going to enter it into a cornflake competition?
Well how was I supposed to know that you'd win? Come on Rodney, it doesn't matter, you're going to waltz through it!
Rodney
Waltz through it?! How the hell am I gonna pass for 14?!
[Cassandra is beside herself with laughter.]
Rodney
(icily) Will you stop doing that, Cassandra?
Rodney
Act your age.
[This sets Cassandra off into an even bigger fit of laughter.]
Rodney
(to Del) This is your fault. I am going to break your bloody neck!