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.
[Rita and Sue are in Bob's car. Bob is about to make love to Sue on the front seat. Rita is in the back, feeling rather left out of things]
Rita:
[sarcastically] I'll just watch, if it's all right?
[Bob climbs on top of Sue. Rita takes a closer look]
Rita:
Jesus! It looks like a frozen sausage!
[to Michelle, having an argument]
Bob:
When we have sex, it feels like shagging a bag of spuds - you lay there like a bit of wet rag.复制复制成功复制失败，请手动复制
