Brian Stimpson: It's not the despair, Laura. I can take the despair. It's the hope I can't stand. Brian Stimpson: My office - 9:20 - Executions! Brian Stimpson: We don't need a track. It's grass. [Mr. Stimpston is looking for a tractor] Ivan with the Tractor: Hey, guess what I'm sitting on! Brian Stimpson: A bomb, I hope! [walks away] Ivan with the Tractor: Alright then. You go that way and I'll go this way, and I'll bet you this jam tart... that I'll find a tractor first. [drives away on tractor] Brian Stimpson: [chasing the train] SPEECH! SPEECH! Ticket Collector: [to a passenger nearby] Funny, innit, in the thirty years I've been in this job, nobody asked me to do a speech before! Brian Stimpson: [ringing bell at the monastery] Oh come on please! Turn the bloody record player down for God's sake! Brian Stimpson: [the window opens] Now, hello, would you have a tractor would you? Monk: One moment. [opens door] Brian Stimpson: Now, er... [looks around the place] Brian Stimpson: Ooh dear, a monastery. I might have guessed! [repeated line] Mrs. Way: Isn't that lovely! Brian Stimpson: [repeated line; last lines] LEFT, no RIGHT, no LEFT... Brian Stimpson: Well where is she now? Brian Stimpson: The first step to knowing who we are... is knowing where we are and... WHEN we are.