Kev: I don't give a monkey's arsehole about Mods and Rockers. Underneath, we're all the same, 'n't we?
Jimmy: No, Kev, that's it. Look, I don't wanna be the same as everybody else. That's why I'm a Mod, see? I mean, you gotta be somebody, ain't ya, or you might as well jump in the sea and drown.
Peter: If you don't work, you don't get paid no money. And I like money.
[on Kev's leather jacket]
Jimmy: 'Ere, I never realized.
Kev: Never realized what?
Jimmy: You's a rocker.
Kev: What, am I black or something?
Jimmy: Well you ain't exactly white in that sort of get up, are you?
Mr. Fulford: Mr Cale tells me that you spent the weekend in Brighton, I imagine you were involved some extent in the disturbances there?
Jimmy: Yeah I was there
Mr. Fulford: Weren't arrested or taken or anything like that were you?
Mr. Fulford: I must say I find your attitude incomprehensible. I feel I must warn you Cooper that we can't tolerate this kind of absentism amongst our junior staff. You got a good steady job here Cooper, plenty of young men would give their eye-teeth to be in your shoes.
Jimmy: Oh yeah! Well find one then
Mr. Fulford: I beg your pardon?
Jimmy: You 'erd I said find one then. Yeah I'll tell you what you can do with your eye-teeth and your job, you can take the mail and the frankin machine and all that other rubbish I have to go about with and you can stuff them right up your arse!
Peter: You'll be getting like them bloody beatniks before you know it. Ban the bomb and do fuck all for a living pouncing about all day.
[Standing outside a tenement building occupied by West Indian families]
Dave: This place gives me the shits, bloody nig-nogs everywhere. It's like bleedin' Calcutta around here.
Chalky: Dave: Calcutta's in India.
Chalky: Chalky: Yeah, West India; it's where they bleedin' come from, ain't it?