Dr. Roy Glover: A packet of chewing gum please.
Gladys: None left. Someone just bought fify packets. Something about supplies on demand.
Dr. Roy Glover: Zita. Z...
Gladys: Yes?
Dr. Roy Glover: I'll have a packet of mince then.
Gladys: Sold out.
Dr. Roy Glover: No they're not.
Gladys: They are to you, you piece of shit!