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.