Trevor! Come through, will you? Where is it, where'd you put it?Trevor! Come through, will...

Peter Clive: Trevor! Come through, will you? Where is it, where'd you put it?Trevor! Come through, will you? Where is it, where'd you put it? Trevor the Skinhead: What? Peter Clive: The bloody car, Trevor, the car! Trevor the Skinhead: I gave it to Oxfam, they're using it to ship wogs back to Zululand. Peter Clive: Where is it? Trevor the Skinhead: Police parking lot, Broadway Line. Where's lunch? Peter Clive: Why'd you take it? Trevor the Skinhead: To get back to lunch! Peter Clive: You were given money for a bus! Trevor the Skinhead: I bought a car instead. Peter Clive: You're not being clever, you know? Trevor the Skinhead: When go I get lunch? Peter Clive: You don't. You've missed lunch, it's too late! Trevor the Skinhead: You what? Peter Clive: Next time I'll have you in a courtroom so fast, you'll wonder what happened. Trevor the Skinhead: Great. Peter Clive: It's your last chance. Get out.