"Steady on, that's got to last you all night, that has, Where d'you get it from anyway?"

"Cowley of course, I'm his blue-eyed boy, remember?"

"Stuff it, Doyle. That's me, always has been, always will be. I'm the son he never had."

"You want to take a good look at yourself, Bodie, my old mate. Fings definitely ain't what they used ter be. It's positive discrimination in favour of bionic gollies now you know."

"So? I could always perm me hair, and I'll still come out on top, Doyle."

"That's your problem, mate. There's too much of the missionary in you, Bodie."

......Later that same evening in the warm afterglow of a good hot bath, very loving and slightly squiffy.

"You didn't mean all that about your hair, did you?"

"No, couldn't keep it up. Ouch! Cut that out, Doyle. It hurts."

"Still love you, Bodie."

"Still love you, sunshine."

-- THE END --