Arthur: No we can't do it, Olive and I have not performed together for too long. Olive: Well that's true. Stan Butler: I was only asking you to do the foxtrot, not bleedin' 'Last Tango in Paris'. Stan Butler: He's gonna be annoyed, he's got it but it's not much use to him. Olive: Story of Arthur's life. Olive: Will you come with me? Arthur: Don't talk wet. Mrs. Briggs: No wonder you want me to take sleeping tablets, you're a sex maniac! Arthur: With the grace of God I'll have to go to confession in the morning. Wally Briggs: Did you hear that? Mrs. Briggs: Yes but don't let it give you ideas. Jack: Olive's been crying all morning, what happened to her last night? Stan Butler: Nothing, that's why she's crying. I think mum did alright -he carved another notch in his walking stick. Jack: I've been telling the girls about that mystery tour we're going to take them on tonight. Stan Butler: What mystery tour? Jack: You know, that one at 9'o clock, on the beach. Stan Butler: Oh that mystery tour. Stan Butler: I'm sorry you broke your foot. Inspector 'Blakey' Blake: [suprised] Thanks. Stan Butler: It should've been your neck! Stan Butler: Have you had it off with her yet? Inspector 'Blakey' Blake: How dare you! She happens to be a very respectable young woman, we're getting rather close. Stan Butler: 'Ow romantic, she's fallen in love with his big toe. Jack: That's the best part of him! Olive: Ere Arthur, as mums got the kid in with her we've got the bedroom to ourselves, be like a second honeymoon. Coming to bed now Arthur? Arthur: [Looking at floor] I do believe this needs another scrub Olive: But if you do that I might be asleep when you come in. Arthur: Oh dear me. Stan Butler: It's Mavis over there - without her mum! Arthur: [Seeing Olive's swimming costume - a bikini] Have you gone raving mad? What made you buy that? Arthur:
Everybody out - no-one's allowed in the pool till that lady's covered up.
[Pointing to Olive] Arthur: . Stan Butler: Cor blimey what a sight! Inspector 'Blakey' Blake: You lecherous moron you. Mrs. Hudson: What's going on? Stan Butler: Nothing, I was just going to ask your daughter if we can have a drink. Mrs. Hudson: Good idea, we can all go together. Jack: Ere, what do you like? Red Cross Nurse: You know, a bit of the old shake, rattle and roll. Jack: That can easily be arranged, why not come with me then. Old Blakey wont teach you anything, not here or anywhere else! Stan Butler: Ave a drop of champagne, best not waste it. Come to think of it, best not waste anything else either! Olive: Oh Arthur, the smell of paint might keep me up all night... Arthur: The state my back's in nothing else will! Arthur: You stupid great lump! Now I'll have to go through that whole performance again. With my back it'll be the death of me.