Arthur Seaton: Look I'll go and see me Aunt Ada, she'll know what to do, she's had 14 kids of her own and I'm sure she's got rid of as many others.

Arthur Seaton: Mam called me barmy when I told her I fell of a gasometer for a bet. But I'm not barmy, I'm a fighting pit prop that wants a pint of beer, that's me. But if any knowing bastard says that's me I'll tell them I'm a dynamite dealer waiting to blow the factory to kingdom come. Whatever people say I am, that's what I'm not because they don't know a bloody thing about me! God knows what I am.

Arthur Seaton: Nine hundred and fifty four, nine hundred and fifty bloody five. Another four more and that's the lot for a Friday.

Arthur Seaton: Pour us some more tea duck, it's thirsty work falling down stairs.
Brenda: Two ain't it.
Arthur Seaton: You're good to me Brenda, love, and don't think I don't appreciate it.

Arthur Seaton: That's what all those silly laws are for, to be broken by blokes like us.
Arthur Seaton: You might cop it one of these days.

Arthur Seaton: There's a lot more in life Bert, than me Mam and dad have got.

Arthur Seaton: They have a TV set and a packet of fags, but they're both dead from the neck up.

Arthur Seaton: They'd beat me right enough. Still, I had me bit of fun. It's not the first time I've been in a losing fight, won't be the last either I suppose.

Arthur Seaton: Think of number one, share and share alike's no good.
Jack: You wouldn't talk like that though if you won the pools.
Arthur Seaton: Wouldn't I? I'd see the family right but nobody else. If I got a stack of begging letters like other blokes do, you know what I'd do with them?
Jack: What?
Arthur Seaton: Make a bonfire.

Arthur Seaton: What are you doing round this way then?
Jack: I'm just going to press shop, I'm on days now.
Arthur Seaton: I thought you might be coming to see me.
Jack: There's no need of that is there?
Arthur Seaton: In't there. Haven't you thought them squaddies had killed me.
Jack: I don't know what you're talking about.
Arthur Seaton: That's the sort of bloke you are, in't it, till you get bashed in the face then you squeel like a stuck pig.
Jack: You caused a lot of trouble between me and Brenda, you can't deny it either, it weren't right.
Arthur Seaton: You don't have to tell me what's right and what's not. How's Brenda anyway?