Narrator: One enemy a day keeps the doctor away.
Hugh Lombard: Drop dead.
Det. William Henry Blore: That's not funny.
Susan: I expected to be frightened on my wedding night, but nothing like this.
Jock McGrath: You're a clever bag of tricks, you are, Roberts. Not inside glasshouse half an hour and you use your bloody influence to get us a ride on the hill. Oh I bet, there's one Saturday night booze up your father's always regretted.