- Catherine Donovan: What's up? What's goin' on with you?
- Ricky Flint: Nothing.
- Catherine Donovan: What d'ya keep looking at the time for? Look, if I'm boring you, matey... .
- Ricky Flint: No, it's not that, Cat. 'Ang around, I want ya.
- Catherine Donovan: Oh, you do, do ya? Well, what's the matter with you tonight?
- Ricky Flint: Nothing!
- Catherine Donovan: Something's up isn't it? I know something's on from Charlie.
- Ricky Flint: If you have anything more to do with that bastard, I'll kick your teeth in.
- Catherine Donovan: Oh, charming. Such nice things you say to me. You're the one that ought to stay away from Charlie if you ask me.
- Ricky Flint: Well, I'm not asking you, am I? Why don't you mind your own business?
- Catherine Donovan: Well, you're always minding mine. Who do you think you are anyway? My boyfriend or something? Huh, that'll be the day.
- Ricky Flint: Yeah, that'll be the day alright.
- Lil Flint: [she puts the plates down on the table] Now don't stand there and let it get cold.
- Lil Flint: No, you don't Matt. You don't sit there no more.
- Matt Flint: How d'ya mean?
- Lil Flint: It's the 'ed of the table.
- Matt Flint: It's where I sit.
- Lil Flint: It's the 'ed of the table. Ricky sits there now. 'E's paying for the food so 'e sits there.
- Matt Flint: Look - this is my place.
- Lil Flint: Not anymore it ain't. You sit where I tell ya.
- Matt Flint: Where you tell me?
- Lil Flint: 'E pays for the food.
- Matt Flint: Since when have you told me what to do? Since when, eh?
- Ricky Flint: Look, Mum, I can't...
- Lil Flint: [to Ricky] You keep out of this.
- Matt Flint: Now listen, Lil, you keep your mouth shut, I'm telling ya.
- Lil Flint: You don't tell me nothing no more, Matt Flint. You chuck up your job. You just fling away your job. What rights have you got anymore?
- Ricky Flint: Who's the bird? Looks a bit slaggy to me.
- Charlie Batey: She's alright.
- Ricky Flint: Not flash enough for Pug, I'd have thought.
- Charlie Batey: She's not for Pug.
- Ricky Flint: Ohhh..?
- Catherine Donovan: [Ricky and Charlie have rejoined Catherine] You weren't talking about no dogs.
- Ricky Flint: We was discussing the price of tarts, luv.
- Catherine Donovan: Oh blimey - a humorist!