Shakespear: Name your best price.

Ferdey: For 2,000 volts?

Shakespear: 2,000 volts, premium grade-A.

Ferdey: Yeah, but... It's difficult to shift, innit? Difficult to store, 
if I get any of the inspectors sniffing around here... Tell you what, as 
I'm in a good mood, 150.

Shakespear: Gentleman, pack up the merchandise, load it back onto the ship-

Ferdey: Hold on, wait a minute, 160, one-six-oh.

Shakespear: Since I'm feeling generous, I'll settle for 200.

Ferdey: 200? OK. You're 'avin a laugh. Has he been stickin' his head in 
that stuff? Been spending a bit too much time up where the air's thin? 
Woo-woo. Heheh.

Shapespear: You're being very rude.

Ferdey: Not any more.

Shakespear: 200.

Ferdey: 170.

Shakespear: 200.

Ferdey: That's not negotiation. I'm changing my number!

Shakespear: Did I hear 200?

Ferdey: Yeah, from you ya did.

Shakespear: You said 200.

Ferdey: If I did you're a blumin' ventriliquist.

Shakespare: 200.

Ferdey: OK, 195, final offer.

Shakespear: 195, deal. So let's see, plus sales tax that's about, 200.

Ferdey: Yeah, great, put it in the back...

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