- Voice over: One, two, three, four,five, six, seven. All good children go to heaven. Penny on the water, two pence on the sea, three pence on the railway, and out goes she.
- [raising his glass as he proposes a toast]
- Bill Molloy: To the North - where we do what we bloody want!
- [last lines]
- BJ: Here is one that got away, and lived to tell the tale. From Karachi Social Club and Griffin Hotel; Wakefield Nick and St. Mary's Hostel; motorways and car parks; parks and toilets; idle rich and unemployed. From shit they sell and shit we buy; from kids with no mums and mums with no kid; from all dead meat to my dead friends. Pubs and clubs; from gutters and stars; local tips and old slag heaps. From badgers, and owls, wolves and swans. Here is a son of Yorkshire. Here is one... that got away.