Madeline: Hard work being in love, eh? Especially when you don't know which girl it is.
Gregory: Act your age. Go and break some windows. Demolish some phone boxes.
Andy: Twelve tons of cornflakes pass under here every day. It's a well-known fact.
Eric: In another million years, there'll be no men, no women. There'll just be people. Just a whole world full of wankers.
Carol: Christ, you're worse that my dad. He's old - at least he's got an excuse for being a prick!
Richard: All that fuss over a bit of tit.
[talking to Charlie about Gregory, after seeing him first with Carol, then Margo and finally Susan]
Andy: There's definitely something in the air tonight, Charlie. That's three women in a row he's had.
Madeline: Nicest part is just before you taste it. Your mouth goes all tingly. But that can't go on for ever.
Andy: Tits, bum, fanny; the lot.
Billy: If I don't see you through the week, I'll see you through a window.
Gordon: I want to find the real Dorothy. The one underneath the football shirt.
Headmaster: Off you go, you small boys.
Dorothy: Men. Boys. What's the difference?
Gregory: Oh, that Dorothy... the hair, the teeth, and the smell.
Eric: One minute and fifty elephants.
Susan: Why are boys obsessed with numbers?