- Jill Tyrrell: I'm afraid there's nothing I can do for you facially, Judy. I'm so sorry. But Linder can do you a little bit of a tidy up down below. Got a variety of styles available. What did you fancy down there, Judy?
- Judy Bunce: Nothing.
- Jill Tyrrell: Really? You want the Hollywood? Gentleman do seem to like the bald bun.
- Judy Bunce: I don't look down there.
- Jill Tyrrell: No. But somebody might, Judy. Albeit a nosy mugger!
- Linda: Sorry about what happened, Jill. With Terry. We just fell in love. He treated me special. Like I was someone special.
- Jill Tyrrell: Well, you know you're not, Linder. Okay.
- Linda: But he told me I was special.
- Jill Tyrrell: Yeah. With all due respect, Linder, Terry would think a window was special, okay. A very low IQ. Round about fifty. Puts him on a par with a donkey.
- Linda: What's mine, Jill?
- Jill Tyrrell: Sausage dog.
- Dennis: [Whilst playing with Stuart the horse]
- Dennis: Say somethin' SPICY to him Jill!
- Dennis: [Jill whispers into Stuarts ear]
- Dennis: What did you say?
- Jill Tyrrell: Hi Stuart, how's you?