-Steph: Going to be one of the faces?
-Jimmy: What do you mean going to be? I AM one of the faces!

-Jimmy: 'Ere, I never realized.
-Kev: Never realized what?
-Jimmy: You's a rocker.
-Kev: What, am I black or something?
-Jimmy: Well you ain't exactly white in that sort of get up, are you?

-Mr. Fulford: Mr Cale tells me that you spent the weekend in Brighton, I imagine you were involved some extent in the disturbances there?
-Jimmy: Yeah I was there
-Mr. Fulford: Weren't arrested or taken or anything like that were you?
-Jimmy: No.
-Mr. Fulford: I must say I find your attitude incomprehensible. I feel I must warn you Cooper that we can't tolerate this kind of absentism amongst our junior staff. You got a good steady job here Cooper, plenty of young men would give their eye-teeth to be in your shoes.
-Jimmy: Oh yeah! Well find one then
-Mr. Fulford: I beg your pardon?
-Jimmy: You 'erd I said find one then. Yeah I'll tell you what you can do with your eye-teeth and your job, you can take the mail and the frankin machine and all that other rubbish I have to go about with and you can stuff them right up your arse!

-Dave: Chalky
[Standing outside a tenement building occupied by West Indian families]
-Dave: This place gives me the shits, bloody nig-nogs everywhere. It's like bleedin' Calcutta around here.
-Chalky: Dave: Calcutta's in India.
-Chalky: Chalky: Yeah, West India; it's where they bleedin' come from, ain't it?

-Jimmy: Bellboyyyyyy!

-Peter: You'll be getting like them bloody beatniks before you know it. Ban the bomb and do fuck all for a living pouncing about all day.