Denny Blood: Oi, posh bitch. Is "arseholes" all one word?
Monica Lindsey: No, it's hyphenated. As in "arse-licker"
Mark Waddle: Where are you going?
Gina Rossi: To punch Di's lights out.
Helen Stewart: You had no right taking advantage of me.
Nikki Wade: Well put me down the block then. Go on... Rule 47, subsection 16, being disrespectful to the wing governor - by kissing her.
Shell Dockley: You wanna be scared of me, Atkins?
Yvonne Atkins: I don't do scared.
Cassie Tyler: I'm not in the habit of ballsing things up.
Barbara Hunt: In here on holiday, are you?
Jim Fenner: You can't even look me in the eye.
Karen Betts: Why would I want to turn my stomach?
Sylvia Hollamby: I've been in this job too long.
Nikki Wade: 50 years, now is it?
Sylvia Hollamby: All right, lets have you.
Nikki Wade: In your dreams, love.
Nikki Wade: You can't leave me like this. This is shit.
Helen Stewart: Shit Happens.
Yvonne Atkins: I wouldn't trust that little psycho with my toe nail clippings. Would you, Babs?
Barbara Hunt: Probably not.
Barbara Hunt: I think I shall rather miss being a criminal.
