REMOVALIST: Hate to interrupt, mate, but I’ve got ten thousand dollars worth of machinery tickin’ over out there in the drive.

SIMMONDS: [irritated] Have you left the bloody engine running?

REMOVALIST: Just a figure of speech.

SIMMONDS: [tersely] Take an armchair each. Right, Mrs Carter?

FIONA, still in the kitchen, indicates that this is right.

REMOVALIST: No need to get shirty with me, mate. You can punch up that bastard all you like, but I’ve got me job to do.

SIMMONDS: All right. Do your bloody job and take those chairs.

REMOVALIST: Nobody speaks to me like that, mate. [To ROSS] We’ll take the couch.

SIMMONDS: [tersely to ROSS] Take a bloody chair.

REMOVALIST: [tersely to ROSS] Grab the end of the couch.

SIMMONDS: [loudly, to the bewildered ROSS] Take the bloody chair!

REMOVALIST: [in a cold fury] The captain is master of the ship. Right?

SIMMONDS: Right what?

REMOVALIST: You can do what you like in here, mate, but once I’m in the back of me truck, my word is law. Right? I’ve been packing trucks for a long while and it’s an art. You don’t just throw the stuff in. Right? The logical thing to go next is the couch. Right?

SIMMONDS: [exasperated] Take the bloody couch, Ross.

REMOVALIST: [condescending] I don’t want to seem like I’m making an issue of it, mate, but you get a bit fed up with the general public after a while, because not many of them realise that there’s a bit more to it than lugging furniture.

ROSS and the REMOVALIST take out the couch.

SIMMONDS: [turning on KENNY] We haven’t heard your apology to Mrs Mason yet, Carter.

KENNY: You’re not likely to either.

SIMMONDS: [menacing] You just make trouble for yourself, don’t you?

KATE: Don’t worry about it, Sergeant. I’ve had much worse than that from him before.

KENNY: Take off this handcuff and see whether you’re such a big man then, copper.

SIMMONDS: I’d love to do that, Carter, because then I could let you have what you deserve and not hold anything back.

KENNY: Go on then. Undo the cuff.

SIMMONDS: You’re really tempting me, boy.

KENNY: Go on, undo it.

SIMMONDS: You really want to have a go, do you?

KENNY: Bloody oath.

KATE: Don’t let him off, Sergeant. He’s done a bit of boxing.

KENNY: Go on. Undo it.

SIMMONDS: I’d love to, Carter, but a good policeman never indulges himself.

KENNY: You’re yellow. Come on. Uncuff me.

SIMMONDS: Listen, boy. I’ve won more fights than you’ve had breakfasts.

KENNY: You are yellow, you bastard.

SIMMONDS: I’ve already told you once that it’d only take one punch to land on Ross or I and you could forget your daughter. Is that what you want?

KENNY scowls at SIMMONDS and yells out to FIONA.

KENNY: I hope you realise what you’re doing! I hope you realise that the minute you walk out of this door, that’s it! I’m not havin’ you back!

FIONA: [coming out of the kitchen] I don’t intend to come back.