Sandra:
[
Pulls out a cigerette] All right, Trace?
Tracey:
No. I hear this welding is bad for your health!
Sandra:
[
Checking mail] Bill, bill, bill, bill... I don't know why this bloke keeps writing to me!
Tracey:
Who?
Sandra:
Bill. There's no way I'm meeting him: Strangeways.
Tracey:
I could do with a snack, chips with curry sauce
Sandra:
I fancy a bag o' crisps!
Tracey:
Ooh, what flavour?
Sandra:
Prawn cocktail?
Tracey:
Ooh, you posh git!
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