- George: She seems a friendly sort.
- Arnie: She's a hooker, George!
- George: Really. God, I love rugby.
- [Arnie moves off]
- George: Arnie tells me you're a hooker. It's a grand old game, isn't it? Very physical, of course; lots of body contact, but I think more women should take it up.
- Carol: Ya do, do ya?
- George: Oh, yes. Now me, I prefer to watch. Maybe I could watch you some tine. Up to now I've only watched men. I mean, there's nothing like seeing thirty men getting stuck in.
- Carol: You're sick!
- George: Nah, it's just a touch of hay-fever; thanks for asking.
- [first lines]
- [Janet sighs deeply]
- George: [sniffing] Landslide. Toxic waste spillage. No, it's you, Janet.
- Janet: Oh, thank you.
- George: I can smell your anxiety. What is it?
- Janet: George, how old are you? You've never told me.
- George: How old am I? Huh, that's a tough question for this early in the day.