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"The schedule of efficiency , Clegg! We are supposed to be at the top of the ridge by 14:00 hours to observe the migratory patterns of the local hawk. Instead, we are standing here watching Compo fight a piece of confectionery."

"Maybe he's just watching the clock, too," Clegg suggested, sitting down on a patch of heather. "Waiting for the right moment to realize that the moment is already here." Watching the ClockLast of the Summer Wine : Sea...

Foggy looked at the toffee, looked at the horizon, and finally sighed. He sat down, took a small piece, and for the first time all day, stopped watching the clock. The hills stayed exactly where they were. "The schedule of efficiency , Clegg

At the mention of Nora, Compo’s eyes glazed over with a tragic, unrequited lust. "Aye... she does have a very punctual way with a mop. Those wrinkled stockings... you could set your watch by the ripples in 'em." "Disgusting," Foggy muttered. "Waiting for the right moment to realize that