Mr. Caird:
You're supposed to be changing in the gym with the others!

Gerry McCarten:
I haven't got any decent kit.

Mr. Caird:
I haven't got any decent kit SIR!

Gerry McCarten:
Well that makes two of us.

Sewell:
So where are we going?

Gerry McCarten:
We'll do C & A's, Smiths, Boots, Marks & Sparks...

Gerry McCarten:
So how much do you think people are gonna give us, for something we've nicked from a shop called, "Everything's a Pound?"

Sewell:
Well which do you want man, the dearest or the cheapest?

Sewell:
What's funny about that, like?

Gerry McCarten:
Sewell man, we're going nicking. Nicking things to sell. For proper money like.

Vicar:
He was a loyal friend, a doting father, a loving husband who was cruelly taken from us, during a moments lack of concentration, crossing the inner-ring road, late last Thursday night. We will all miss Billy McCarten.

Gerry McCarten:
Thank fuck the busdriver didn't.

Gerry:
Thank fuck the bus-driver didn't.

Sewell:
If I'd wanted to hear a whining asshole, I'd have farted.