Saturday Night and Sunday Morning

Nine-hundred and fifty-four.

Nine-hundred and fifty-bloody-five.

Another few more,

and that's the lot for Friday.

14, 3 and tuppence

for 1,000 of these a day.

No wonder I've always got a bad back,

though I'll soon be done.

I'll have a fag in a bit.

No use working every minute God sends.

I could finish in half the time

if I went like a bull...

...but they'd only slash me wages,

so they can get stuffed.

Don't let the bastard's grind you down.

That's one thing I've learned.

Jack's one that ain't learnt it.

He wants to get on.

"Yes, Mr. Robboe. No, Mr. Robboe.

I'll do it as soon as I can, Mr. Robboe".

And look where it got Robboe,

a fat gut and lots of worry.

Fred's all right.

He's one of them who knows

how to spend his money, like me.

Enjoys himself.

That's more than them poor beggars know.

They got ground down before the war

and never got over it.

I'd like to see anybody try

to grind me down. That'd be the day.

What I'm out for is a good time.

All the rest is propaganda.

- Do you want your money, mum?

- Okay.

Here you are.

Everything go off all right at work?

Aye, all right.

Did you hear about the accident

in the three-speed shop today?

No, not much.

Another cup of tea, Vera, luv.

I got you someaught good,

seeing as it's Friday night.

This fellow got his hand caught in a press.

He didn't look at what he was doing.

'Course, he's only got one eye...

...he lost the sight in the other

watching telly day after day.

Ta, luv.

Mind what you're doing, can't you?

That Arthur Seaton's going to get

a good rattling one of these days.

- Busy tonight, isn't it?

- You should see next door.

There's a boozing match going on.

A young chap.

- He's downed eight pints already.

- Eight pints? He's having a good time.

Bring us another couple of pints.

- Want help down there?

- I'll let you know if I do.

That sailor's near had it, if you ask me.

Thanks, George. Take one for yourself.

"What do you want

if you don't want money?

"What do you want if you don't want gold?

"Say what you want

and I'll give it to you, honey

"Wish you wanted my love, baby"

Come on, then, sup up!

I've lost count now.

All right, there's plenty of time.

Get the stuff down.

They'll be closed in a bit.

You won't get anymore

till 12:
00 tomorrow.

Don't worry, I will.

He's out.

Make sure you don't fall.

I don't know how he does it, I really don't.

Not that it's anything to be proud of.

You get thirsty working

that machine all week.

- I'm going over.

- All right, but hurry up.

It will be closing time

in a couple of minutes.

Pint.

- Now then, what is it?

- A pint.

Time, now, ladies and gentlemen, please.

Look what that young beggar's done.

This is my best suit.

Cheeky daft, isn't he?

Don't even apologize.

Go on, apologize.

Don't just sit there. Do something!

Time, ladies and gentlemen, please.

Did you get in through

the scullery window?

You never think, do you?

You'll have all the neighbors talking.

I left the pub in a hurry,

or I'd have waited for you.

I heard all about it.

Falling down stairs and spilling

your beer on that woman.

Wasn't my fault.

Somebody pushed me from behind.

I tripped on the rail

coming down the stairs.

I'll believe you. Thousands wouldn't.

I'm not going in that pub again

until they get that rail fixed.

Come here.

What for?

You shouldn't have drunk all that beer

with that loudmouth.

You've had a drink.

I can smell it a mile off.

I don't know what you're talking about.

I've had two beers

and a couple of orange squashes.

You can't call that boozing, now, can you?

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