Clyde [looking at George's clothes]: Well, wherever I am they haven't invented style yet. I'm Clyde, who are you?
Name's George. George Woods. And you can hardly talk now keep your voice down.
Why, what are you looking at?
Germans, I'm sure of it.
[snorts] What, nabbing all the sun lounges?
Mum warned me when I was evacuated that the country folk was a bit thick.
Evacuated...right, I get it, so this is like 1939 or something.
But she did say just half thick.





