Del: Rodney! RODNEY YOU PAALONKAH! Got some news!
Rodney: Bloody cosmic.
Del: I’ve got ten thousand dvd players to sell! We’re going to be alright, Rodders! I sold everything we have to buy them.
Rodney: Del. These are all defunct. You’ve purchased out of date, obsolete goods. We’ll never sell them. We have nothing.
Rodney: We are doomed. We can’t pay the rent! What the fuck are we going to do?
Del: I. I don’t know.
Rodney: You stupid, stupid fucking cunt. We’re going to be fucking homeless. *Rodney sits down and starts to pull his hair out in despair.*
Del: RODDERS! RODDERS! I AM SORRY! I’M SO FUCKING SORRY! OH GOD! WE’RE SO FUCKING POOR! THIS TIME NEXT YEAR WE’LL BE DEAD!
*Del sits at the table and rests his head on it, sobbing hysterically. Scene fades out to a distant, sombre bell. There is no audience laughter or end music.*