- Wickers: All you've got to do is find out how he did it and why he did it and prove he did it and convince the police that you've proved he did it and get the police to convince the Home Secretary that... Same again please Ivy.
- Wickers: All going well with your good lady?
- Bill Hoskins: Tonight they reckon. It isn't her first, but it don't seem to make it any easier.
- Wickers: It'll be your sixth won't it?
- Bill Hoskins: Seventh...
- Ivy: All the same these publicans - very profolic.
- Wickers: Profolic?
- Ivy: You know - profolic like rabbits.
- Joe Harris: Why didn't you hand it over to the police instead of palming it off on old Jim?
- Doris: That's a lie. It's a flaming lie, I never gave him anything. What should I want to give him quid note for. I reckon he could afford to give me one. Look here, you're trying to fix something on me and I'm not standing for it, see.
- [shouts]
- Doris: Smelly, little, street corner bookie with a face like the bottom of a pie dish.
- Doctor Martin: [Standing at the bar telling an "amusing" anecdote] After we'd taken the leg off, we found it wasn't the right patient at all. Ha ha ha! They'd mixed up the two names. Ha ha ha.