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Oh, yes. Well, two bags of

scrunchions then. Thank you.

- I'm starving.

- Well, I'm starving too.

- Well?

- Pub's special. Pork scrunchions.

I am afraid but there are two types.

Hairy and smelly.

- Jeff, that's not funny.

- It's alright, Kate. Go with the flow.

Plenty of food back at the cottage. Just

gonna have to head off just without me.

Uhm mm. So much for their reward, then.

- F*** me! Look at that!

- How disgusting.

Home made there. Wife

makes soup. Specialty.

Yeah. Taste great.

So then, what can I

get you kids to drink?

Six cokes, please.

Don't sell coke, Miss. Not since...

Well, as long as I can remember.

- I can make you a lemonade.

- F***ing lemonade.

- Six lemonades then, please.

- Right. One minute. I'll make a batch now.

- Lovely, thank you.

- Thanks so much.

Lemon f***ing-nade.

They are all wrong.

Denim.

- Oh mate. You are great.

- F***ing denim.

Dwight ...

Here we are.

Nice and fresh.

Thank you. How much

do I owe you for that?

Oh no charge.

Hoops on the house.

Thank you very much.

That's very kind of you.

You are just passing through, eh?

No, we staying for the weekend. We are

doing our project with the kids, so ...

Nearest hostel and camping in Thirsk is

a good 40 mile away. My, don't go there.

No, we staying at Ravenswood

Cottage. Oop, you alright?

Don't panic.

It was empty.

Ravenswood? I didn't know

that folks staying over there.

It thought it's about

condemned, now spunk.

It was a bad of state

but we've tidied it all up.

Are you okay?

What is wrong with me tonight?

So, clean now, isn't it?

Yeah, it is actually.

It's quite cozy. It's nice.

Nice. Nice. Very nice.

Thank you.

Bit dusty. Cheers.

What the f*** was that, Jeff?

Here we go.

Here we go, tonight.

Okay, everybody,

I want to propose a toast.

To a lovely weekend

and a brilliant future.

Cheers, everyone.

Cheers.

- Are you alright?

- Yeah, I think he is slightly senile.

- It tastes like piss!

- Dwight...

Or ... there won't be tomorrow night.

The piss is pretty little bad.

Hey, hey, what are you doing?

Take it to the back, you dumb-head!

Go out laddie.

- Real lemon.

- Have you got a tissue?

Real lemons.

Guys, will you stop it.

Hello.

Who are you?

You from city?

You're pretty.

What is your name?

Do you like carrots?

Where are you going?

- Boy! Get out! Go on. Out!

- What?

You are not a guests in here.

You alright, love?

He's harmless, really.

Don't get many new faces.

Excited, that's all.

He whatever, yeah,

he a lover not a fighter.

Good to hear.

Why, just a word

of warning, though.

There's someone around these parts

that care nought for strangers.

But just as long as you keep to yourselves,

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