Auf Wiedersehen, Pet, Series 3

[The lads are in the van driving to see Oz's son's show]

Wyman:
I can usually suss I bloke's musical tastes, me.

Oz:
Haddaway and bollocks, you've only known me for five bloody minutes lad. There's no way you can tell what I like to listen to.

Neville:
No, alright have a go!

Wyman:
Ok, I will, alright alright…Early Stones, The Clash, Clapton, and a sprinkling of C and W.

All:
[Jeers]

Dennis:
Ha ha, not far off the mark there!

Oz:
He's been in my gaffe, he's been right through my CDs!

Wyman:
No I haven't mate, no I haven't. Alright then - Dennis.

Dennis:
Aye, go on then.

Wyman:
Otis Redding, Aretha

Oz:
Aretha?

Wyman:
Aretha, Marvin Gaye…and you've got a soft spot for Rod Stewart, but only when you're at the karaoke pissed!

Dennis:
Aye, I can't argue with that young'an!

Bomber:
What about me?

Wyman:
Easy, you're easy. Abba and Acker Bilk.

Dennis:
What about Neville?

Wyman:
Morose music I reckon.

Neville:
Get away!

Wyman:
Yeah, morose music…The Smiths, The Cult, Depeche Mode…music to slit your wrist by!

Neville:
That's not me at all!

Oz:
No, nooo…these days Neville likes to watch Destiny's Child videos!