Think before you blink and you might just make it

[Slater is in no condition to go to work or do anything much at all. Returning to himself, he was left with a vague feeling of Del Boy's feelings and as odd as that would be in of itself, what Del had been feeling made him feel even worse.

It was only when he realised that his bottle had been empty that he pulled himself together enough to reach for his communicator.]

[Private to Hannibal]

That was your sister, right? Didn't make it, did she.

[Private to George]

Seeing as you're up. Get me a bottle of Paddy's whiskey. Actually, you know? Make it two.

No questions.

Right then. [There's a big old pause here because a) while that sounded firm, Slater's no clue where he is and b) he's not entirely sure this thing can hear him and he's not just talking to a telly. He's revealing his nervousness by rolling a metal slinky back and forth in his hands.] Yeah. Uh. Where am I and... well this ain't home. Not even London, no traffic, so maybe anybody tell me how I got here?

All right! Bloody 'ell!

Here's my sodding Christmas list!

Get Rose a tin of Roses with the price sticker from her local shop still on it. Tag reads: Ta for the help Love.

I'd like one o' them iPod things, with music I'll like on it.

And those people who never killed nobody on this Barge, if there are any of them knocking about, give them a box of their favourite chocs.

That's all you're getting from me.