Don: I gotta change my shirt, it's sticking to me. I'm sweating like a cunt.
Don: You're on two per cent, two and a half, maybe even three. Depends on the usual bumflufferies. It's not about the money with you and me is it, Gal? It's the charge, it's the bolt, it's the buzz, it's the sheer fuck off-ness of it all. Am I right?
Don: Fat cunt!
Gal: No, No, No!
Don: Yes, Yes, Yes!
Teddy Bass: (paying him for the job) Well I'm going to give you a tenner. I only have twenties, have you got change?
Gal: This is madness, I've had enough of this "Crime and Punishment" bollocks. I'm happy here.
Don: I won't let you be happy, why should I?
Don: (Barely alive) I fucked Jackie. Fucked her. Ask her, she'll tell you. I fucked her.
Aitch: Yeah, well I've fucked you now, haven't I?
(crushes Don's head with a rock)
Don: (Being beaten to death) Cunt! Cunt! You murdering twat!
Teddy Bass: Where there's a will - and there is a fucking will - there's a way - and there is a fucking way
Gal: People say, "Don't you miss it, Gal?" I say, "What, England? Nah. Fucking place. It's a dump. Don't make me laugh. Grey, grimy, sooty. What a shit hole. What a toilet. Every cunt with a long face shuffling about, moaning, all worried. No thanks, not for me." They say, "What's it like, then, Spain?" And I'll say, "It's hot. Hot. Oh, it's fucking hot. Too hot? Not for me, I love it."
Don: I love you, Gal. You're lovable. Big lovable bloke. Loveable lump. Loveable lummox. Gal Dove, party boy. Big oaf.
Don: You got very nice eyes, DeeDee. Never noticed them before. They real?
Don: Yes, yes, yes, yes!
Gal: I'd be useless.
Gal: I would be.
Don: In what way?
Gal: In every fucking way.
Don: Why are you swearing? I'm not swearing.
Don: You're the problem! You're the fucking problem you fucking Dr White honkin' jam-rag fucking spunk-bubble! I'm telling you Aitch you keep looking at me I'll put you in the fucking ground, promise you!
Gal: I love you like a rose loves rainwater, like a leopard loves its partner in the jungle, like... I don't know what like.