Phyllis Waterbury: It's like we're in a besieged castle, the arrows of the foe striking against the battlements.
Peter Waterbury: No, it's more like a great big garden squirt.
Phyllis Waterbury: You're a great big garden squirt.
Peter Waterbury: Thank you.
Phyllis Waterbury: I hope mother doesn't get too wet in Wakefield.
Phyllis Waterbury: Apple pie for breakfast - we can't be poor after all.
Phyllis Waterbury: I don't think we're going to enjoy being poor, you know, being cold and all that.
Bobbie Waterbury: Phyllis try to imagine it as an adventure, all sorts of things might happen.
Peter Waterbury: I'm very sorry I haven't got tuppence to give you like father does.
Albert Perks: Hey just stop that please, I wasn't thinking about no tuppence. I just came to say sorry your mama wasn't so well and to ask how she finds herself this evening. And I brought you some sweet briar, very sweet. Tuppence indeed.