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Two people are discussing a blonde woman who they find odd-looking. They decide to put her in a box and clean her off. Suddenly, they hear knocking and realize it's the police. Dialogue 39. What's wrong with a blonde popsy? Sorry Tom, wasn't gone long was I? My God! What's wrong with a blonde popsy? She looks... odd. Sort of floppy. No longer a blonde popsy, old cock. A body. Oh my God! You got off your rocker? I'll just pop off to the shop for a spot of... Stop your slobbering you clut. So we got the spot of bother. Come on, we got to squash the blonde into this box. And then I want lots of cloths and a pot of water. Hot! And probably a mop. To wash off all these spots. Slobbering a blonde? It's not on Tom. Put a sock in it Bob, or I'll knock your blot off. Oh my God! What's that knocking? Tom? Tom it's a copper!