War is the last possible creative act. — If....

"[telling Knightly of his summer activities] I...met this fantastic bird in the East End, went round all the pubs. You ever been to those pubs? You should see those old loves dancing...showing their knickers. Take em off near the end. [Chuckles] She had a weird religion - only kiss on Thursdays. [Chuckles] Took me home to meet her mum and dad. Well, that finished it. Practically married us off, they did, over the Sunday joint. [School bell rings] When do we live? Thats what I want to know."

"[to Rowntree, after being told that he, Wallace and Knightly are to be punished for their behaviour] The thing I hate about you, Rowntree, is the way you give Coca-Cola to your scum and your best teddy-bear to Oxfam and expect us to lick your frigid fingers for the rest of your frigid life."

"[clapping slowly, facetiously] Jolly, jolly good, Stephans."

"[after lights-out, whispering] Stephans. Whatever youre doing now... dont."

"[to Denson, having a cold shower] My times up, you bastard!"

"The nights dead. You can hardly breathe outside. The thing Id really hate is to have a nail banged through the back of my neck. Slowly. [laughs] I dont see what difference the speed makes. [laughs] The speed of the nail. [laughs] The -The -The nails speed! [laughs] The s-speed. [laughs]"