Sue's Dad:
You'll not get a bleedin' job sittin' on your arse in here.

Sue's Mum:
Look who's talking; you haven't done a day's work in years!

Rita:
We haven't got eggs inside us. We're not ducks, y'know!

Bob:
You take the rubber johnny out of the packet-...

Sue:
You didn't think we thought you could put packet on, did ya?

Bob:
Well, things haven't been going so good with me and the wife.

Rita:
Tell us another one!

Sue:
There's no way I'm workin' all week for twenty-seven pounds thirty on some bleedin' trainin' scheme.

Sue's Dad:
I had to work for eighteen shilling!

Sue's Mum:
That were in the days of Methusela! They were worth more then.