The Likely Lads (1976)
Terry Collier: I'd offer you a beer, but I've only got six cans.
Bob: In the chocolate box of life the top layer's already gone. And someone's pinched the orange creme from the bottom.
Terry Collier: Bloody hell.
Bob: Back in time for a drink, watch the box this afternoon - that's what a weekend should be - sport, sleep, slippers and sex.
Terry Collier: Not necessarily in that order.
Bob: I think I'm going through what psychiatrists call an identity crisis.
Thelma: Is that what Alan Pooley had?
Bob: I think Alan just liked dressing up in women's clothes.
Thelma: She must have quite a hold on Terry.
Bob: Probably at this very moment.
Thelma: Maybe we should invite Chris and Terry to badminton club.
Thelma: I know the city is a bit grey but outside we're surrounded by breathtaking grandeur, aren't we Bob?
Bob: Oh yes, breathtaking.
Bob: These streets are ugly, but they have a kind of beauty.
Terry Collier: Working class sentiment is the indulgence of working peopled created through football and rock-and-roll or people like you who moved out to the elm lodge housing estate at the earliest opportunity.
Bob: Well I didn't want my kids growing up in these streets.
Bob: Nobody cares, nobody's moved by the occasion.
Terry Collier: Residents are, moved to a highrise.
Bob: Of course you always had an irresistible sexual magnetism.
Terry Collier: True but its not just that.
Bob: What is it then, I'm dying to know!
Terry Collier: Well once I've got them up here, there's no way they're going to risk leavin this dodgy area after dark.
Bob: I'm going through a very depressed state recently, I think we should talk it through.
Thelma: Oh Bob, we've got so much to get done, can't we talk about if later over a cup of tea, it'll keep won't it.
Bob: Of course, its not important Thelma, I'm only questioning the validity of my entire life.
Fireman: We've got better things to do with taxpayers money.
Bob: I'm sorry, when I get to the top I just lost me nerve.
Terry Collier: Keeps your hand in doesn't it, better than polishing your bell up all afternoon.
Bob: Mind you my wife isn't really with me.
Terry Collier: In town though.
Bob: Out of sight, out of mind.
Terry Collier: Good thinking Bob.
Christina: I learn much this weekend Terry, it has been, how you say in English, an eyesore.
Terry Collier: Oh Chris, I can't stand saying goodbye like this.
Christina: You really mean that?
Terry Collier: Yeah - you finish packing, I'm going to the pub.
Christina: You are so tired, I put you up.
Bob: You've put up with me long enough.
Christina: I not mean with, I up-put you.
Bob: I don't want to put you out.
Christina: I not put out, you are nice person, you come to bed and I put you up.
Terry Collier: [to young couple kissing passionately in lift] It's young Marsha isn't it, shouldn't you be in bed?
Marsha: We'd rather be but dad's in, that's why we're in the lift.