Archie Rice: Look at these eyes. I'm dead - behind these eyes. I'm dead.
Archie Rice: Jeannie, love. Shall I tell you something? All my life I've been searching for something. A draught Bass you could drink all night without running off every ten minutes, without feeling sick, and all for fourpence. The man who could offer me that would really get my vote.
Billy Rice: You were a pretty little thing. Not that looks are important - not even for a woman. You don't look at the mantelpiece when you poke the fire.
Archie Rice: Anyway, you can't get draught Bass in Canada... I went to Canada during the war. Couldn't get draught Bass, not even in Toronto.
Frank Rice: Cheer up love, life isn't as bad as all that, and even if it is, there's nothing we can do about it.
