Life Is Sweet (1990)
[Natalie and Nicola ponder having children]
Natalie: Well, I wouldn't fancy bringing one up on me own.
Nicola: It's better to be on your own than be with a bastard.
Natalie: Well, presumably you wouldn't *choose* a bastard in the first place if you had any sense!
Nicola: All men are bastards!
Nicola: They're all potential rapists!
Natalie: That's a bit sweeping!
Nicola: All men have got the ability to rape.
Natalie: Well they don't all do it, do they!
Nicola: But they've got the ability; they've got the desire.
Natalie: That's paranoid rubbish!
Nicola: What d'you know about paranoia?
Natalie: Well, not half as much as you do, I'll give you that.
Patsy: [in a pub after a few beers] far as I'm concerned, football died, the day Arsenal won the double.
Andy: that's right. yeah
Patsy: what was they, workhorses.
Andy: boring buggers hey.
Patsy: well the spurs double team, they was artists.
Andy: they was artists.
Patsy: 21 quid a week they got, can you imagine. what do they get today, millions.
Andy: and they got their backhanders on top of that ain't they.
Patsy: poncing round the penalty area with their handbags.
Patsy: ohh, he kicked a me ref.
Andy: brown, baker, henry,
Patsy: danny boy
Patsy: he was the architect of the modern game you know.
Andy: that's right, yeah.
Patsy: norman, mackay, john white, smith, allen,
Andy: yeah, come on you spurs.
Patsy: john white, what a player aye.
Patsy: I used to have a little picture of him on my wall, ringed in black.
Patsy: tragic. what a way to go.
Andy: struck by lightening.
Patsy: on a golf course.
Andy: what a waste aye. you want another?