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'Bloody hell... I can't find the sodding thing.'
'Can't find what?'
'My flask.'
'You've got two dozen others, use one of those instead.'
'Don't roll your eyes at me, Gladys – I don't feel like it. Would rather drink from that specific one.'
'What does it matter, Guv?'
'Quality, of course – thought you knew that by now. Some things are better than others.'
'Oh, well... fair enough. Let me help.'
'Less talking, more looking.'
'Checked the top drawer already?'
'Course I did, I'm not Chris..'
'The car?'
'Yep.'
'How about behind here...?'
'Impossible. Bloody impossible.'
'Right, well...'
'Shut up.'
'You're welcome.'
