- Voss: See this boy 'ere? His name's Wilkins. What do you think of 'im?
- Georgie Crain: Alright.
- Voss: Well, I 'ope you're a better judge of 'orse flesh, cos he's all wrong. See what he's got in his hand. Cigarette. Now I don't allow smoking in the yard. If I catch a boy smoking here, do you know what I do with him? I kick his bottom.
- Sam: What, throw away good money on a sandwich wagon?
- Barbara: You see what I mean Sam. We'll never see eye to eye. You're a gambler and you'll never be anything else. And I couldn't take it Sam, straight, I couldn't.
- Sam: So you'd sooner go back there and live on your own in that dump in Battersea? You know what? If I was you, I'd marry anybody to get out of there.
- Barbara: Goodbye Sam.