- Shane: We'll do it, Alf.
- Alf: Do What?
- Shane: We'll deliver the bed and install it. For Fifty Bucks.
- Alf: Twenty-Five.
- Damian: Forty-Five.
- Alf: *Twenty-Five*.
- Shane: Forty.
- Alf: *Twenty-Five*.
- Damian: Thirty-Five.
- Alf: *Twenty-Five*.
- Shane: Thirty?
- Alf: *Twenty-Five*!
- Damian: Twenty!
- [smiling]
- Alf: Done!
- Shane: What are you doing, Boxhead?
- Damian: I got mixed up!
- Alf: So, Twenty it is. And I want it done first thing in the morning. Nice doing business with you, boys.
- Alf: [the boys have brought in the bed] Just go steady with it, Don't fling it around. You're not in a flamin' barn.
- [sees small box]
- Alf: What's in 'ere?
- Shane: They're the metal brackets
- [Shane moves his end of the bigger box causing the brackets to fall on Alf's foot]
- Alf: [in pain] HOGAN'S GHOST!If you can't be more careful, the whole flamin' job's off!
- Damian: Sorry, Sorry.
- Ailsa: Maybe we should clear the bedroom first so we can move the stuff straight in there.
- Alf: Yeah, it's a good idea, Ailse. Put that down and come with me, you blokes. I knew I shoulda done this meself.
- Shane: Actually, Alf. Before we go any further
- Alf: [Irritatedly] What?
- Shane: I should really explain the ding in the side of your car.
- Alf: What?
- Shane: I know a great panel beater who'll fix it so no-one'll know it was ever there!
- Alf: What the *hell* are you talking about?
- Shane: It was a joke, Alf. I'm only pulling your leg.
- Alf: You call that a joke young fella? You'd better work on your *material*! And if there's any ding in the side of my car, I'll pull more than your flamin' leg!