- [first lines]
- Lizzie Birdsworth: [to Helen who is sat opposite her] Anyway, Old Po-Face reckons that Bea was thumpin' the kid. I don't know, Bea is gonna be ropeable when she gets out of that pound. No wonder young Sharon doesn't wanna come in here.
- Maxine Daniels: [from the next table] Oh get serious! She had to go and see the Governor, and anyway maybe she didn't fancy having breakfast with a bunch of lousers who keep trying to run her life?
- Lizzie Birdsworth: What do you know? You can't even run your own bloody life.
- Maxine Daniels: I thought you weren't speaking to me?
- Lizzie Birdsworth: I wouldn't waste me bloody breath.
- [Joan walks in on Lucy aggressively manhandling her dog - she pulls her off him]
- Joan 'The Freak' Ferguson: You sadistic little bitch, I saw that!
- Lucy Ferguson: [slapping her face] Don't you push me round, you old dyke!
- Joan 'The Freak' Ferguson: Get out!
- Lucy Ferguson: Oh I didn't mean...
- Joan 'The Freak' Ferguson: Just pack your things and get out... now!
- [last lines]
- [Maxine comes rushing into the laundry]
- Helen Smart: Anything happening out there, Maxie?
- Maxine Daniels: Sweet FA. All the gates were locked, I hollered me guts out but there was not a soul around.
- Helen Smart: Then I guess we just sit and wait.