Arthur Seaton: What's up with you?
Brenda: Oh, stop it, you make too much fuss.
Arthur Seaton: What's the matter with you tonight?
Brenda: I'll tell you what's the matter with me Arthur, I'm pregnant, good and proper - and it's your fault.
Arthur Seaton: Oh aye, bound to be my fault isn't it.
Brenda: Well of course it is, you never take care, you just don't bother, always said this would happen one day.
Arthur Seaton: What a wonderful Friday night.

Arthur Seaton: What's your name then duck?
Doreen: Doreen, rotten name ain't it.
Arthur Seaton: What's the matter with it? Mine's Arthur, neither of them's up to much but it's not our fault, is it.

Arthur Seaton: Why don't you leave him alone you old bag.
Mrs. Bull: Cheeky young beggar!
Voice in Crowd.: You'll get 6 months in Lincoln.
Drunken Man: Oh - let me go.
Arthur Seaton: Walk off mate, nobody'll stop you.
Civil Defence Officer: Don't put ideas in his head or you'll be in trouble.
Arthur Seaton: You shut your bleeding rathole ratface, what good's it gonna do you handing him over to coppers?