Margery Graham: Must you use a tea cloth, Sid? There's a towel over there. And isn't it about time you had a bath?
Margery Graham: [they sit down to eat] Must you sit in your vest?
Sid Graham: Nice to be home , innit?
Margery Graham: Home? More like a hovel. And you make it worse sitting there like that.
Sid Graham: Had a hard day at the shop, have you? I can always tell.
Margery Graham: I don't seem to have any appetite.
Sid Graham: 'Ere, tell you what we'll do; go down the Wellington, 'ave a noggin together. That'll bring the old sparkle back. Mum can babysit. She likes watching the telly.
Margery Graham: That stinking pub's your answer to every problem isn't it? That's all you think about - beer and darts.
Sid Graham: Now, leave off will you, Marge? You've been picking on me ever since I came in. A fella's entitled to a bit of peace...
Margery Graham: Oh, and I'm not entitled to anything, I suppose. Well I'm sick of living here and I'm sick of that crummy pub and I'm sick of the people we have to mix with. Sick! Sick! Oh, God, I'm so sick of it.
Sid Graham: Take it easy, doll. Look, we'll soon be out of it. I promised I'd find a better job and Old Sid never goes back on a promise, you know that. We'll really save this time. In fact I'll start now. That's the last packet I'll ever buy
[he throws his cigarettes away]
Sid Graham: .
Margery Graham: There's some pudding in the oven, Sid.
[she exits and climbs the stairs]
Sid Graham: [he calls after her] Don't be upset. Maybe, we'll get a place on one of those new estates. With a garage an' all.
