Sid Fiddler : Connie, have you got a room for this young lady please? Connie Philpotts : Well, of course, Sidney! [Handing over the key]  Connie Philpotts : I think you'll find this an ideal one. Sid Fiddler : Thank you, Connie. Hey, just a minute, that's for the broom cupboard. Connie Philpotts : That's right: where we keep all the scrubbers! Sid Fiddler : [to a furious Hope]  All right, all right, keep your hair on! [Hands her another key]  Sid Fiddler : Here, go and change in mine. I'll sort it out later. Hope Springs : Ta. I heard that - does she fancy you or something? Sid Fiddler : You know how it is, a widow with a place like this, things get on top of her. Hope Springs : Yeah, I bet they do. Frequently!

Hope Springs : It's not her fault she has to wear a falsie. Sid Fiddler : What do you mean, "a" falsie? Hope Springs : She's got one bigger than the other. Sid Fiddler : Is that right? Hope Springs : No, left.