- [Thomas is thumbing a lift and Sally drives past him without stopping]
- Thomas Gynn: [yelling at her car] Oh, come on! *Someone* give us a bleeding lift!
- Sally Hardcastle: [to herself] Sorry, Dickhead. Not today.
- [Sally stops the car and nudges Thomas to wake him up]
- Sally Hardcastle: OK, Dickhead!
- Thomas Gynn: What? Oh, is this it? Is this Leeds?
- Sally Hardcastle: I realise it's not quite the metropolis that you're used to.
- Thomas Gynn: No, I just thought it'd be a lot bigger - I thought there'd be tower blocks and all that.
- Sally Hardcastle: Yeah, well you'll be very pleased to know that we *do* have gas and electricity up here.
- Thomas Gynn: And right stroppy birds.
- Sally Hardcastle: Out!
- Thomas Gynn: Oooh. So much for northern hospitality.
- Sally Hardcastle: If you're not out of this car in ten seconds, I'm going to scream so loud...
- Thomas Gynn: All right. Thanks very much.
- Sally Hardcastle: And if you're up here on some kind of scam, I hope you lose your shirt!
- Thomas Gynn: Last time I saw a mouth like yours, it had a hook in it!
- [he gets his bag from the back seat and walks away]