Ron: I reckon this is the worst party since Charles' and Di's tenth wedding anniversary. I mean where is everyone? Where are the faces?
Gary: In the kitchen, of course.
Gary: The landlord tripped and he fell down an open trapdoor into his cellar. He banged his head. He stopped breathing.
Yvonne: Oh, and I suppose you gave him the kiss of life.
Gary: Yeah! I did. Me. Gary Sparrow, television repairman. Back there, I fought for a man's life, and I won.
Yvonne: Gary, are you winding me up?
Gary: Can't visualize me as a hero, can you?
Yvonne: Frankly, no. And get those dirty overalls off the duvet cover.
Yvonne: Gary, I don't mind if you want to go out for a drink with your mates after work. You don't have to lie to me; I'm not your mother. Goodnight, Gary.
Gary: Goodnight, Sweetheart.