Young Airchie gets the sack

We'll hyv tae let ye go, son. Ye can pick up yer wages.
Ali-at-the-door's goat thum.

What? Yeezur SACKin'eez? What fur, like?

We've heard things,Airchie. The lads huz been talkin'.

Ah dinnay ken what yer talkin' aboot,Mister Hamilton. It wisnae me. Ah
wisnae even THERE! Ah've never even been IN that shoap. 'Cept
when...eh..."

Just pick up yer wages, Archibald,and no more will be said.