- [last lines]
- Blamire: It's an open question, life. Anything's possible. I mean, what do we really know about anything?
- Clegg: Maybe we're already dead.
- Compo: Then wha'?
- Clegg: Maybe we had to die to get here, from some other place.
- Compo: Ah, give us a fag afore I get headache.
- Blamire: So this is Heaven then. Or the other place.
- Clegg: Well, it can't be the other place.
- Blamire: Why not?
- Clegg: In Yorkshire? Be further south, wouldn't it?
- Compo: Ah, there were that time during the war with Hilda Mason and them three Yanks. Everybody knew it were rape. But she were never prosecuted.
- Blamire: [about Compo] No wonder he's an atheist. If cleanliness were next to Godliness, there's nowhere else he can go. Come on, we'll take a walk up the hill, and if he won't admit to feeling a sense of wonder in church, we'll see how he feels when faced with the wonders of nature.
- Compo: Wonders of nature! One cow-cake after another.
- [first lines]
- Blamire: It'll not hurt ya.
- Compo: I just don't want to go into a church, that's all.
- Blamire: It's just an experiment. I'm going to prove to him that he does believe whether he believes it or not.
- Compo: I had enough experiments when they had me in hospital.
- Clegg: What were you in for?
- Compo: Two weeks.
- Clegg: Ooh, very nasty; two weeks!