C.: Hey, it's ten minutes to midnight, put the radio on someone or we'll miss Big Ben.
R.: Here in Trafalgar Square the crowds are...
T.: I hope everyone has made their New Year Resolutions.
A.: Nobody still does that, surely?
T.: Well, I've decided to stop smoking. In a few minutes I will join the ranks of the non-smokers forever.
J.: Who's going to be the first footer? Alec, will you?
A.: What? No fear. Not me. It's too damn cold out there.
J.: Oh, go on. You're the only tall dark man here.
C.: Turn the radio up again, it must be nearly time now. Hurry up or we'll miss it.
T.: Oh, we've got five minutes yet. Someone give Alec a lump of coal.
J.: Isn't he supposed to have whisky as well?
A.: Yes. I second that. If I'm going out in the freezing cold I deserve a bottle of whisky.
J.: Oh, shut up, Alec. Just do as you're told.
T.: Well, after this drink I won't touch another drop this year.
A.: Your sharp wit never ceases to amaze me, Tony.
C.: Quiet everyone! Big Ben is about to strike.
E.: Happy New Year! Happy New Year everyone! Should auld acquaintance be forgot ...