Carlin: Right Banks, you bastard! I'm the daddy now, next time, I'll fucking kill ya.
Carlin: Vegetarians? I've shit 'em.
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?
Gym Instructor: Rules: no punching in the face, no kicking in the goolies, and no biting.
Meakin: Up your fucking borstal.
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.