from The Last Goon Show of All, 1972


SEAGOON: The creature was wearing a mini coal sack, both feet in one army boot and a coal scuttle on his head... He must be one of ours!
ECCLES: Glad I'm not one of dem.
SEAGOON: What are you doing down here?
ECCLES: Everybody's got to be somewhere.
SEAGOON: Well yes, but who are you?
ECCLES: Oooh, da hard ones first, eh? Now, I don't want you to spread this around ... I'm the coal man.
SEAGOON: Coal man? It's three in the morning!
ECCLES: Yup. It's never too late to be a coal man.
SEAGOON: What I mean is, after you deliver coal, you're supposed to go back to the cart.
ECCLES: Oooh. You mean I should have let go of the sack?
SEAGOON: Yes.
ECCLES: But they said they were giving me the sack. I wondered why the job didn't last long. Must be at the old Finchley Exchange tomorrow morning.
SEAGOON: How long have you been down here?
ECCLES: Oooh. I kept a record. I scratched every day on de wall.
SEAGOON: ...Good heavens! The walls are covered in them, and so are you! ... But... you've only scratched six days to a week.
ECCLES: Yup. Don't believe in working on Sundays.