Tom: [running back and forth on the roof] Me brush! Where's me brush! I'll get clouted if I can't find me brush!
Tom: [walks over to Mr. Grimes who is drunk on the donkey] Where's this then Mr. Grimes?
Mr. Grimes: [slurred] "Where's this then?" China! Where does tha think? Yorkshire! Can't tha see it's Yorkshire?
Tom: I know it's Yorkshire, Mr. Grimes!
Mr. Grimes: Well then.
Tom: I never seen it clean before.
Mr. Grimes: We're in the country!
Tom: Oh, is that what they call it? Lovely, innit Mr.Grimes?
Mrs. Tripp: [Upon answering the door, Mrs. Tripp looks at Tom, before turning her gaze to Mr. Grimes]
[to Mr. Grimes]
Mrs. Tripp: What a disgusting, filthy disgrace to humanity you are!
Mr. Grimes: [looking puzzled and slurring] I'm Crimes.
Mrs. Tripp: You're drunk, sir.
Mr. Grimes: Nevertheless, I'm Crimes
[cannot say Grimes as he is still drunk]
Mr. Grimes: [looking at Masterman, then to Mrs. Tripp] Well, does tha want the chimneys swept or does tha not want the chimneys swept?
Mrs. Tripp: Mmm...
[nods head towards door]
Mrs. Tripp: Come in.
[Towards Tom, who had begun to pick up Toby]
Mrs. Tripp: And you can leave that thing outside for a start.
Masterman: [grabbing Tobys lead] Come here. Mr Grimes...
[passing Mr. Grimes his sweeps]
Masterman: There's your bags.
Mrs. Tripp: Now then. Listen to me, all of you. I've dust sheeted all the rooms where there's chimneys to be swept. You've brought plenty of soot bags, I see?
Mr. Grimes: Yeah.
Mrs. Tripp: Well use them! Because I warn you, one speck of soot in any of those rooms... and not a penny piece will you get from me.
Masterman: [salutes to Mrs. Tripp] Yes, Ma'am.
Mrs. Tripp: Well come on, get on with it then!
Tom: [after climbing up the chimney and seeing a LOT of chimneys] Cor... blimey
Lady Harriet: [rather confused] Stop thief... someone has pinched me silver.
Elly: [When Ellie first meets Tom] Aren't you frightened of being in the dark?
Tom: Sometimes... but I'm more afraid or Mr. Grimes.
Elly: Mr. Grimes?
Tom: Clouts me.
Elly: Clouts you?
Tom: Hits me... regularly... 'cross the ear 'ole.
Elly: Why don't you tell your parents?
Tom: Me what?
Elly: Your Mother and Father.
Tom: Ain't got no mum or dad.
Tom: [to the Polar Bear] I demand to see the kraken!
The Polar Bear: [laughing to the walrus about Tom's demand] He said 'demand.'
The Kraken: [as his sphere drifts away from Tom] I shall be watching you, boy! I shall be watching! I shall be...
Mr. Grimes: [Tom recalls Grimes' accusation before jumping into the river] The boy's a thief!
Sir John: [aiming a rifle at Grimes and Masterman] Stay *exactly* where you are!
Tom: Me brush! Where's me brush! I'll get clouted if I can't find me brush!