- Gary: [Gary believing he is humouring Phoebe in a modern day 1940s themed pub] Go on then, I bet do you don't do lager ?
- Phoebe: [shocked] Do what ?
- Gary: OK, I'll stay in character, a pint of best please.
- Phoebe: We're only serving halves due to the rationing.
- Gary: [chuckling to himself] How much would that be ? Sixpence ha'penny ?
- Phoebe: [Phoebe smiling as she slowly pours the beer] Where do you drink, the Ritz ? It's tuppence farthing here.
- Gary: [Jaw drops] Seriously ?
- [last lines]
- Gary: The landlord tripped and he fell down an open trapdoor into his cellar. He banged his head. He stopped breathing.
- Yvonne: Oh, and I suppose you gave him the kiss of life.
- Gary: Yeah! I did. Me. Gary Sparrow, television repairman. Back there, I fought for a man's life, and I won.
- Yvonne: Gary, are you winding me up?
- Gary: Can't visualize me as a hero, can you?
- Yvonne: Frankly, no. And get those dirty overalls off the duvet cover.
- [pause]
- Yvonne: Gary, I don't mind if you want to go out for a drink with your mates after work. You don't have to lie to me; I'm not your mother. Goodnight, Gary.
- Gary: Goodnight, Sweetheart.