Joe: God almighty, I don't know what the world's coming to. Bloody perverts.
Mary: You're overreacting, Da.
Joe: Overreacting? That lad's got no trousers on, for Christ sake.
Sarah: He has a great set of pins on him, doesn't he?
Mary: For God's sake will you close that window, we're foundered here.
Sarah: I need aired, Mary. I've five layers on me.
Mary: Five layers? What are you trying to do? Change race?
Sarah: Give us a going over with the hairdryer, will you?
Mary: Indeed I will not. I've enough to be at.
Joe: Why do they keep touching themselves?
Erin: Because they're artists, Granda.
Joe: Dirty English bastards is what they are. [to James] No offence son.