The Full Monty1997

Dave:
Well, I just pray they're a bit more understanding about us, that's all.

Horse:
You what?

Dave:
Well, they're going to be looking at us like that, aren't they, Eh? I mean, what if next Friday 400 women turn 'round and say "He's too fat, he's too old and he's a pigeon-chested little tosser."? What happens then, eh?

Horse:
They wouldn't say that, would they?

Dave:
Why not? He's just said her tits are too big.

Lomper:
That's different. We're... blokes.

Dave:
Yeah, and?

Gerald:
I think she's got nice tits, actually.

Lomper:
I never said owt about her personality, like. I mean, she's probably quite nice if you get to know her.

Dave:
No. And they won't say nowt about your personality neither. Which is good 'cause you're basically a bastard. Bollocks to your personality - this is what they're looking at, right? And I'll tell you summat, mate. Anti-wrinkle cream there may be, but anti-fat-bastard cream there is none.