ARCHIE MATTHEWS:
You know what's great, Pornography.
CHARLENE BALDWIN:
What has he had to drink?
WILLIAM SUGDEN:
I made a note that he's drank 5 Carlings, 1½ bottle of Vodka, Brandy, and 3 cans of Fosters.
BRAD MATTHEWS:
Did you know that Isobel had double pneumonia?
ARCHIE MATTHEWS:
I remember when Isobel and I had to play like a married couple, so they didn't take Chris away.
WILLIAM SUGDEN:
Did you have to kiss her?
ARCHIE MATTHEWS:
Yes, but in turn, he kissed Lorraine, so everyone won, i guess. Bart was so sexy back in the day.
CHARLENE BALDWIN:
He's squiffy.
BRAD MATTHEWS:
Why do you let Reggie win all the time.
ARCHIE MATTHEWS:
Everything's falling down.
JEFF MATTHEWS:
It's fine, Uncle Brad, I've knocked Reggie back in line. Because Archie can't.
ARCHIE MATTHEWS:
He said bad things about you.
JEFF MATTHEWS:
Sticks and stones, I would buy you a drink to celebrate Krista coming back, but you celebrated long before i did.
JILLIAN HUNTER:
Me and you, Archie, need words. I have pierced my foot with the shards of the photo you threw.
WILLIAM SUGDEN:
You need the doctors.
JILLIAN HUNTER:
Yes, William, i do.
HELEN TATE:
I'll take her, you keep an eye on him and have a catch-up.
WILLIAM SUGDEN:
Thanks, i owe you.
OLIVER TROUGHTON:
Ladies and Gentlemen, I'd like to announce that we have an impromptu happy hour and that two free drinks will be provided. Thanks very much.
DAWN BARLOW:
who's paying the till.
OLIVER TROUGHTON:
Me and I'm also going to give you a big bonus tax-free on the quiet.
TRISHA BARLOW:
Now you speak my language.
OLIVER TROUGHTON:
I'm helping, obviously, but I've given someone else my bonus.
KATHY TROUGHTON:
You'll get yours later on a matter of speaking if you catch my drift.
OLIVER TROUGHTON:
Oh yes.
ARCHIE MATTHEWS:
Oi, who was your favourite page 3 girl.
OLIVER TROUGHTON:
I don't ad haven't ever read The Sun since 1980.
PHOEBE HARTNELL:
I'm sorry if i came off as belligerent.
OLIVER TROUGHTON:
I should have let you know what happened, i blame myself. I'm my own worst enemy.
PHOEBE HARTNELL:
I can't go back home, my husbands been beating me up.
KATHY TROUGHTON:
I don't mind her staying.
OLIVER TROUGHTON:
You sure Kathy.
KATHY TROUGHTON:
She's one of your oldest friends, and what sort of a Catholic would i be.
PHOEBE HARTNELL:
Close enough.
(Pheobe exits)
AMANDA SPENCER:
I can tell the conversation is bouncing.
FRAZIER MONTGOMERY:
I can see it's been a Troughton night.
JEFF MATTHEWS:
I can't thank you enough.
OLIVER TROUGHTON:
how are you and Venus.
JEFF MATTHEWS:
Venus?
OLIVER TROUGHTON:
it was my nickname for her. I won't use it in the future.
JEFF MATTHEWS:
Quite honestly, i don't mind Oliver.
SID ARCHER:
what you having Marilyn.
MARILYN ARCHER:
I'll have wine.
SID ARCHER:
My budget won't spread.
DR. ROONEY:
But she will, your Jeffrey's wife, aren't you.
SID ARCHER:
She's my wife, Sidney Archer, and if you don't get off her, I'll knock your skull in.
DR. ROONEY:
You're not mentally well, Jeffrey.
LORRAINE SMITH:
You know, for years, i neglected my son i should have protected him when his father-in-law layed into his wife, causing a miscarriage.
DR. ROONEY:
Your son is unhinged, and I've got evidence.
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Masefield Avenue: Episode 21,513
General FictionIt's 10th January 2019 As Krista warms to the community after her return thanks to Oliver and Caleb, Jeffrey seeks help from his friends but will the method of a pub brawl give way to a cunning plan by a long-time resident
