DOD                Arz abart im over there?

 BAD                 What?

 DOD                Im! The geezer wiv the Johnny Cash!

 BAD                 The what?

 DOD                The Johnny Cash! Tash! Looks like e’s wearin a syrup an’ all.

 BAD                 Syrup?

 DOD                Syrup of fig! Wig! Don’t you know nuffin?

 BAD                 I know you’re talking nonsense!

 DOD                Not nonsense! It’s not nonsense, it’s rhyming slang! Cockney rhyming slang! Apples an pears, stairs.                           Plates o’ meat, feet. Ruby Murray, curry! London talk, innit?

BAD                 You’re not from London. You’re from Barton.

 DOD                That’s not the point, is it? I’m a geezer, ain’t I? A trickster! Bit o’ this, bit o’ that, know what I mean bruvva?

BAD                 Don’t be ridiculous. Let’s face it, you’re a thief. A pickpocket. From Barton. And you’re putting on a silly                                  voice in a pathetic attempt to impress people.

DOD                I ain’t!

 BAD                 You are! And it’s ‘I’m not!’, not ‘I ain’t!’

 DOD                Aaar, leave it art, willya?

 BAD                 Anyway, I take it you want us to pick the pocket of that chap over there with the moustache.

DOD                Yerrr, not arf! (gets ugly look from BADGER, so reverts to his normal voice) Sorry. Yes I do.

 BAD                 Right. I’ll distract him, you do the business. Any problems, I’ll meet you at the usual place in half an hour.

 DOD                Right.