[in the shower block, Linda Upmore tries to find her husband, Arthur]  Linda Upmore : Oh I do beg your pardon, my husband has one just like yours. Joe Baxter : Hey? Linda Upmore : It's also creased and wrinkled.

[Linda's mother brings her cacti on holiday with her]  Linda Upmore : Mummy your not bringing them are you? Daphne Barnes : Well I can't leave them at home, they'll die. Arthur Upmore : Good. Daphne Barnes : Did you say something? Arthur Upmore : I said good, we've nearly finished packing. [Daphne asks the taxi driver who brought her plants to put them somewhere safe, but Arthur gets a prodd from the Cactus on his bottom]  Daphne Barnes : Put that on the table will you? Arthur Upmore : AHH! BLOODY HELL! Daphne Barnes : Arthur, there is no need for that! Arthur Upmore : Oh deary me, bless me soul, I do believe I nearly said a rude word, which is not suprising since I nearly got a cactus spike right up my a... Daphne Barnes : ARTHUR!