Iris Bentley:
How's that boy you're seeing?

Stella:
What, Johnny? I'm not going about with him no more; his cars off the road.

Niven Craig:
Money ought to be in people's pockets- where we can get at it.

William Bentley:
Have you been with that Craig?

Derek Bentley:
Did he come round here?

William Bentley:
Yeah.

Derek Bentley:
Don't worry about him, dad, he's just barmy that's all.

Derek Bentley:
I went National Service Medical yesterday.

Chris Craig:
Yeah?

Derek Bentley:
They said I was sub normal.

Chris Craig:
You ain't sub normal, Del- you ain't normal, but you ain't sub normal.

Niven Craig:
I just change my get up as often as I change my women.

Chris Craig:
I suppose you're gonna go too are ya?

Vincent Montgomery:
Yeah, I think I might, this is a botch job!

Chris Craig:
Some gang we are.

Chris Craig:
Off you fuck then!

Derek Bentley:
What's up?

Chris Craig:
Bogies. They've come for us.

Derek Bentley:
My dad's gonna kill me.

Chris Craig:
Forty or fifty.

Chris Craig:
I, uh, used to swap them with friends at school.

Chris Craig:
Because I liked them.

Chris Craig:
Yes, sir.

Chris Craig:
Every day.

Chris Craig:
Well I didn't carry them all at the same time, sir.