"Morning, Mrs. Birkhoff. Morning. Curly what? I used to do a paper round for you. Well, that must be a while back. Seven years, three months and six weeks since I left. Hey, yeah, I remember you now. Nicknamed your brain of Britain. I thought you went to grammar school. I did. I got three A-levels. See you. Tra. Hey, Professor! Where's Chorky? He's nicked up the betting shop. Oh, flaming gnarly. The ages of he gets in there dithering. Oh, another with the bolts on. Well, I'm not climbing over. Come on, Lightning. We're running late since you've been doing your tenner doubles. Tenner doubles? Will you give over? And he finishes through while you're at a betting shop, Chorky. Hey, this lad's got a system, you know. Does it with a calculator. I reckon it's an exact science. I had laughing cavalier for the first. Oh, aye? You want to save your calculator for your tax, then? Cos Big Tom got it. Big Tom? That's the first one of me rule up. Why, it isn't it? Oh, ain't it always the way when you're checking out? Well, you're checking out, I know."