Scene: The woman is stroking and nuzzling Banjo, and suddenly realises that she can smell engine oil on his fur. Wrinkling her nose, she asks him why on earth he stinks of engine oil – where’s he been?
Translation: Hello…? – it’s raining? I was 2 doors up under the Merc, wouldn’t be seen dead under your manky old Skoda.
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