- Barry: When you're young you think you are always going to be happy with your fancy underpants, even if they are killing you.
- Glenda: They were never that fancy, Barry.
- Barry: Those red ones were.
- Glenda: Those were mine!
- Barry: I mean the ones with the Ferrari logo.
- Glenda: I thought it was a pram.
- Barry: Why would anybody wear a pram on their racy underpants?
- Glenda: As a reminder of the dangers of racy underpants.
- [first lines]
- Marina: [Marina sits on an empty bench] Miss Davenport's starting this poetry group, Howard.
- Howard: [sticks his head out of the hedge] I can't join a poetry group. I'm more your man of action.
- Marina: At least we could be seen together. You wouldn't have to hide in the bushes.
- [Howard sees Vicar approaching and disappears into the hedge]
- Vicar: Good morning, Marina. Good morning, Howard.
- [last lines]
- Smiler: There was a Mrs. Lesley at number twenty-six. Next door to her were the Hendersons. He was Frank, and she was Phyllis, and they had this daughter Mavis who had a bad leg.