Carlin: Vegetarians? I've shit 'em.
Carlin: Right Banks, you bastard! I'm the daddy now, next time, I'll fucking kill ya.
Gym Instructor: Rules: no punching in the face, no kicking in the goolies, and no biting.
Meakin: Up your fucking borstal.
Taylor: So this is 'The Daddy' - the 'ardcase. Carlin, is it? Don't look much to me, Carlin... you're the little toerag who thumped the officer at Rowley... fancy yerself do ya, Carlin? Thumpin' officers, eh?
Duke: You might be a smart ass, Archer, but your nothing but a fool to yourself.
Archer: I get by.
Duke: Keep it moving, there 's no sandcastles on Margate beach. Come on Archer, no slaggin' for you, you long streak of cabbage.
Richards: You can learn a lot in here if you use your loaf.
Mr. Greaves: Cut that out, Davis, or I'll give you something to cry about, you mardy ass little toe-rag. You touch that bell again for no fucking reason, I'll have you down the block before your feet touch the ground. Now get your subnormal head down.
