BB: Well it didn't take them long to stop clapping, did it? Did you think it was better than last night?
IA: Mmm, yeah, but the audiences seem to be getting more of a connection.
— A connection?
IA: A connection, yeah. Oh bloody hell, the dressing room is locked.
— Locked? Who's got the key?
— Has somebody got the key?
— Eric . . .
— Here he comes now.
BB: Can someone open the door? You fucking plonker.
— Martin, get in!
— Get in!
The door is unlocked, and they all file inside.
— Hey Martin, did you see that bird in the front row?
— Here, have we got any toilet roll?
— Can I borrow your towel?
— Martin, you wanna stop wearing that suit, you look like some kind of bear in it.
BB: You didn't pay readies for it, did ya?
MB: Well actually it was quite reasonable . . . .
— Yeah, we know: you got stitched up again there mate.
(Note: Eric would be Eric Brooks, tour manager)