Terry Collier:
I'd offer you a beer, but I've only got six cans.
Bob:
I think I'm going through what psychiatrists call an identity crisis.
Thelma:
Is that what Alan Pooley had?
Bob:
I think Alan just liked dressing up in women's clothes.
Thelma:
She must have quite a hold on Terry.
Bob:
Probably at this very moment.
Thelma:
Maybe we should invite Chris and Terry to badminton club.
Thelma:
I know the city is a bit grey but outside we're surrounded by breathtaking grandeur, aren't we Bob?
Bob:
Oh yes, breathtaking.
Bob:
These streets are ugly, but they have a kind of beauty.
Terry Collier:
Working class sentiment is the indulgence of working peopled created through football and rock-and-roll or people like you who moved out to the elm lodge housing estate at the earliest opportunity.
Bob:
Well I didn't want my kids growing up in these streets.
Bob:
Nobody cares, nobody's moved by the occasion.
Terry Collier:
Residents are, moved to a highrise.
Bob:
In the chocolate box of life the top layer's already gone. And someone's pinched the orange creme from the bottom.
Terry Collier:
Bloody hell.
Bob:
Of course you always had an irresistible sexual magnetism.
Terry Collier:
True but its not just that.
Bob:
What is it then, I'm dying to know!
Terry Collier:
Well once I've got them up here, there's no way they're going to risk leavin this dodgy area after dark.
Bob:
I'm going through a very depressed state recently, I think we should talk it through.
Thelma:
Oh Bob, we've got so much to get done, can't we talk about if later over a cup of tea, it'll keep won't it.
Bob:
Of course, its not important Thelma, I'm only questioning the validity of my entire life.
Terry Collier:
You kicked it up there!
Bob:
Not on purpose, was only making a strong clearance.
Fireman:
We've got better things to do with taxpayers money.
Bob:
I'm sorry, when I get to the top I just lost me nerve.
Terry Collier:
Keeps your hand in doesn't it, better than polishing your bell up all afternoon.
Bob:
Back in time for a drink, watch the box this afternoon - that's what a weekend should be - sport, sleep, slippers and sex.
Terry Collier:
Not necessarily in that order.
Bob:
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Terry Collier:
In town though.
Bob:
Out of sight, out of mind.
Terry Collier:
Good thinking Bob.
Christina:
I learn much this weekend Terry, it has been, how you say in English, an eyesore.
Terry Collier:
Oh Chris, I can't stand saying goodbye like this.
Christina:
You really mean that?
Terry Collier:
Yeah - you finish packing, I'm going to the pub.
Christina:
You are so tired, I put you up.
Bob:
You've put up with me long enough.
Christina:
I not mean with, I up-put you.
Bob:
I don't want to put you out.
Christina:
I not put out, you are nice person, you come to bed and I put you up.
Terry Collier:
[to young couple kissing passionately in lift] It's young Marsha isn't it, shouldn't you be in bed?
Marsha:
We'd rather be but dad's in, that's why we're in the lift.
Bob:
Did Thelma call?
Terry Collier:
No.
Bob:
Are you sure?
Terry Collier:
We don't have a phone.
Terry Collier:
That's just one of life's bitter ironies Bob.
Bob:
I suffer a lot from those.
Bob:
When it comes to women you're hardly Omar Sharif.
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