- Sue's Dad: [Sue comes in at 2pm; her Dad is sitting there with a baseball bat] Where the fuck have you been?
- Sue: Baby sitting.
- Sue's Dad: Not just till 2 o'clock in the fuckin' morning you haven't, don't lie to me lass!
- Sue: I'm not, you ask me mum.
- Sue's Dad: Well yer mum's a lyin' bastard an all and I'll wrap this round ya fuckin' neck!
- [throws bat down]
- Sue: [blows a huff] Mum!
- Sue's Mum: What?
- Sue: Come and tell him!
- Sue's Dad: You're a lying little shit!
- Sue's Mum: Oh, I'm fucking fed up with him! What do you think yer fuckin' playing at?
- Sue's Dad: You try to tell me that she's been baby sitting till this fuckin' time?
- Sue's Mum: How do you know she hasn't?
- Sue's Dad: Cause' there's nowt open that's how!
- Sue: There is!
- Sue's Mum: Night Clubs.
- Sue's Dad: Well I don't fuckin' believe yer, next time I will wrap it round yer neck.
- Sue's Mum: Just be careful I don't bloody wrap it round yours!
- Sue's Dad: Anyway, why don't you fuck off back to bed?
- Sue's Mum: I'm sleeping in here, you're sleeping on yer bloody own.
- Sue's Dad: Do what yer like.
- Sue's Mum: I bloody will, don't worry!
- Sue's Dad: Fuck it, I'm going to bed.
- Sue: Oh go on.
- Sue: Aren't you going to bed?
- Sue's Mum: I'm not getting in with him!
- [to Michelle, during an argument]
- Bob: When we have sex, it feels like shagging a bag of spuds - you lay there like a bit of wet rag.
- Aslam: I can't help being a paki!
- Sue's Dad: Yes you fuckin' can. Shouldn't interfere.
- Sue's Mum: Nor should you! You're always tellin' folk what they should do; you haven't done it yourself!
- Sue's Dad: [trying to be dignified] I've done some things...
- Sue's Mum: You've done nowt and you've been nowt all your life!
- Michelle: [while ironing Bobs trousers Sue finds a packet of condoms inside his pocket] What the bloody hell are you doin' with a packet of these?
- Bob: Me and Joe were havin' a laugh with 'em in the pub. We were blowin' 'em up!
- Michelle: I'm sorry to tell ya but I don't believe yer.
- Bob: Well go and see Joe and ask him yer self then.
- Michelle: [while tossing the packet at him] Yer a lyin' bastard, you've been arsin' around again.
- Bob: Don't be silly!
- Michelle: What's the matter, do you think I'm thick? I know you've been pissin' about.
- Bob: How do you know anythin'?
- Michelle: Staying out 'til all hours in the morning and making stupid excuses!
- Bob: So what?
- Michelle: I bet it was that dirty little bitch you was screwing before. The trouble with you Bob is you're sex mad.
- Bob: Ah don't be daft woman.
- Sue's Mother: [after Sue's drunken father staggers about the living room and falls into a chair] Watch me bleedin' ornaments!
- Michelle: [Throws Bob's white suit on the floor and jumps up and down on it angrily] You dirty - mucky - filthy - lying - fucking - bastard of a husband. I hate you.
- Michelle: [Michelle tries on a new dress in her bedroom as Rita and Sue chat to her] Don't you think it's a bit low at the bust?
- Sue: Is it 'ell. I think it'd be better if you didn't have a bra on.
- Michelle: Oh no, I'll have to wear a bra. When I'm dancing all the fellas'll be watching me tits wobblin' up and down - I can't do with that.
- Michelle: [Pronounced slowly and carefully to Bob, as she walks out of the room after an argument witnessed by a giggling Rita and Sue] Make your own fucking tea.