RASTUS:
There you go, Ruth. There's your cut. Five percent, that's sixty grand. Back to my place

RUTH:
Sixty-thousand pounds. Not much for what I dreamed up

RASTUS:
Well, it's fifteen grand a nipple. Ha ha ha, it's not bad

RUTH:
Five percent of what he's getting... he's a rich boy, isn't he?

RASTUS:
Don't worry, there'll be more. It worked, that's all that matters. He's in his element. This is just the beginning. Tours, TV, toot and tarts. Back where we belong: on top. And no more letters. At least he's finished with all that