[from downstairs]
Declan: "COME ON LADS, UP TO THE TOP!"
Claire: "FANTASTIC IDEA!"

Bodger: "Fookin' accountancy students. Awh man, it's gonna be a long journey."

[the accountancy students pile into the back seat]
Declan: "I LOVE THE BUS! PARTICULARLY THE TOP DECK AS IT PROVIDES ONE WITH A BREATHTAKING VISTA; INDEED, ONE WHOSE ALLURE IS ONLY ENHANCED BY THE CONSTANTLY CHANGING SCENERY. WHAT DO YOU THINK, ROGER?"
Roger: "I COULDN'T AGREE MORE DECLAN."
Claire: "A.C.C.A. ON THE BUS! A.C.C.A. ON THE BUS! WE'LL BALANCE YOUR BOOKS AND MAKE NO FUSS!"
Bodger: [rolls eyes]
Anto [under his breath]: "Worra racket."
Declan: "HEY THERE. HEY THERE."
Bodger [nudging Anto]: "Oh Christ Anto, one of em's callin' you."
Declan: "I SAID 'HEY THERE' MY GOOD MAN!"
Anto [turning round]: "Eh....yeah, worrya want?"
Declan: "ONE OF MY FEMALE ACQUAINTANCES CONSIDERS YOUR PHYSICAL FORM APPEALING."
Anto: "Woh?"
Claire: "DECLAN! DESIST FROM YOUR OUTRAGEOUS PROCLAMATIONS FORTHWITH! MY APOLOGIES, GOOD SIR."
Declan: [guffaws loudly]
Roger: "HIGH-OCTANE JOCULARITY, DECLAN!"
Anto [turning back round]: "Langers."
Declan: "HEY ROG! MAINTAIN A VIGILANT OUTLOOK WHILE I ROLL ONE OF THESE."
Roger: "MAITH AN FEAR DECLAN, I'M 'GASPING', AS THE PROLES MIGHT SAY."
Claire: [titters copiously]
Bodger [under his breath]: "Fook sake. Don't tell me they're-"
Anto: "They bleedin' well are. I hope an inspector gets on and catches 'em."
Declan: "GET YOUR MIRTH-PRODUCING EQUIPMENT ROUND THAT, ROGER OLD BOY!"
[Declan hands Roger a freshly-prepared tomato, cucumber and rocket wrap with mint yoghurt dressing]
Roger: "FAN-TAAAASTIC."
[Roger begins munching loudly]
Anto: "Gawh! The smell of mint is only poxy! I'm gonna bleedin' puke."
Bodger [indignantly]: "There's no eatin' allowed on the bus!"
Roger [through a mouthful of salad]: "BOH BOZZ DAH?"
Anto: "You're wastin' your time Bodger. Me Ma says never to talk to someone woh tries talkin' with their mouth full."
Bodger: "I'm gettin' off at the next stop, like, really I fookin' am."
Anto: "Ah calm it Bodge, they'll be gettin' off soon."
Roger: "TOP FARE DECLAN! A BELLYFUL OF PROVISIONS MAKES ME WANT TO BURST FORTH IN SONG! YOU ON MY WAVELENGTH, CLAIRE HON?"
Claire: "STRIKE IT UP, BANDMASTER ROG!"
Roger [singing]: "KEEP ON PRACTICING THAT PROFIT AND LOSS, TOIL THROUGH FOUR LONG YEARS-"
Claire [singing]: "SOON YOU'LL BE THE BOSS, AND TAKING THEM ALL OUT FOR BEERS!"
[the accountancy students high-five each other]
Anto: "Right, thass it. I've had enough."
Bodger: "Me too."
[they both disembark]