- [last lines]
- Tom: She wants to stop, but what do you do 'round here?
- Clegg: I don't know, but the days soon go.
- Truly: I bet they go as well here as anywhere.
- Clegg: We're not always so quiet. You'll see come buttercup milking.
- Clegg: Come what?
- Truly: It's all go then, dawn 'til dusk.
- Clegg: It's not all work, mind you. There's dancing, and singing in the fields.
- Truly: Crowning the Buttercup Queen.
- Clegg: These hills are alive to the sound of music.
- Truly: And leather trousers.
- Clegg: Course, you'll need a set of bells.
- Tom: For what?
- Clegg: For your trousers. We all wear bells that week.
- Tom: Pulling me chain.
- Clegg: You'll see.
- Truly: For that week only, bells are compulsory. No male is allowed to move unless he tinkles.
- Clegg: It goes all the way back to the Dark Ages, when they were desperate to find some way to stop bumping into each other.
- Tom: I can see I'm going to have to watch meself 'round here.
- Truly: What seems to be the problem?
- Barry: I feel so... guilty.
- Truly: Oh, there's a cure for that. We take you in a little room, read you your rights, you sign a bit of paper, and it's done.
- Barry: It's nothing criminal.
- Truly: Oh, don't worry your head about that; we'll find something.
- Barry: I'm feeling guilty about *golf*!
- Clegg: The only proper attitude in my opinion.