When the Wind Blows (1986)

Hilda: The grass looks a funny color.
Jim: Yes. I'll pop down to Mr. Sponge's tomorrow and get some bone meal and dried blood.
Hilda: He may be closed due to the bomb dear.
Jim: What, old Sponge? Heh heh. Miss a day's trade? Oh not him. He'd rather die.

Jim: We must keep abreast of the international situation, Love. See, the decisions made by the powers-that-be will get to us in the end.

Hilda: Look! My hair's coming out.
Jim: Don't, don't, don't worry, Dearest! Don't worry! Don't worry! Women don't go bald. No! That's a... that's a scientific fact.

Hilda: Will we have an Anderson, like in the last war?
Jim: Oh no Dear, that's old-fashioned, with modern scientific methods you just use doors with cushions on top.

Jim: I wonder if there's any radiation about.
Hilda: Well, I can't see anything.
Jim: Hurry up dear and get back in the Inner Core or Refuge. We'd better have an early night.
Hilda: Well if you can't see it and can't feel it, it can't be doing you any harm, can it?