Alf Stewart: Stone the flamin' crows!
Morag Bellingham: [to Colleen] What the hell are you talking about you stupid woman?
Irene Roberts: [frequent expression of exasperation] Gawd Save Ireland.
Colleen Smart: What if their plane's hijinked? You'll never forgive yourself!
Alf Stewart: He's as crooked as a dog's hind leg!
Kit Hunter: My Dad always said, "I'd rather have a bottle in front of me than a frontal lobotomy."
Alf Stewart: [depressed after Ailsa's death] I don't care if the flamin' diner sinks to the bottom of the sea
Colleen Smart: I couldn't bear to spend my last days surrounded by boiled cabbage and incompetence pads!
Morag Bellingham: Well, if it isn't the young man who insulted me on the beach a few days ago.
[trying to put together a chair with a then-alcoholic Irene]
Alf Stewart: [shouting] You couldn't read instructions if they were written a mile high in whiskey bottles, and that's saying something!
Josie Russell: Irene?
Irene Roberts: Eh?
Josie Russell: Could you get Tasha to sit down and talk to me, please?
Josie Russell: I just want her to realise that this whole resort thing isn't personal, it's just a job.
Irene Roberts: Yeah, well I'm sorry, but I can't help you.
Josie Russell: You can't or you won't?
Irene Roberts: Both. You know, even if I wanted to, which I don't, there's no way Tasha's going to listen to anything you have to say.
Beth Hunter: [about Robbie] I went out to get the paper and look who followed me home. Can we keep him?