- Jean Raymond: What are you going to do now?
- Dr. Michael Hale: Sleep for a month, then find myself a job.
- Jean Raymond: Harley Street?
- Dr. Michael Hale: Stoke-on-Trent, more like. Jean would you come with me?
- Jean Raymond: To Stoke-on-Trent?
- Betty Brown: What are you in for?
- Jean Raymond: Fraud.
- Betty Brown: You got to be pretty smart for that.
- Jean Raymond: I wasn't smart. I was just weak.
- Dr. Michael Hale: If you go to this gambling party tonight, we're through. I mean that, Jean.
- Jean Raymond: Then that's that, isn't it.
- Prison Matron Miss Brown: You have a bath once a week; but, you're expected to keep yourself clean.
- Betty Brown: Ever such a fussy boy, Norman is. He likes you to be done up to the nines at all times of the day and night. I don't want him to think I've let myself go in here.
- Syd Baden: Now look at that. It hangs around me like the Mrs. on payday.
- Shop Assistant: Oh, I wouldn't clearly say so, sir.
- Syd Baden: You don't know my Mrs.
- Shop Assistant: No, sir.
- Syd Baden: Come on, come on, boy. Surely you can fit a bloke up in a posh shop like this without all this carry on.
- Jean Raymond: When I first came here, I wanted to die. Is that very wrong?
- Prison Chaplain: Very natural.
- Jean Raymond: And then I knew that to live for somebody else was the finest thing in the world. And there isn't a single wretched person in the whole of this wretched place that hasn't helped me to understand that.
- Jean Raymond: You look wonderful. You smell so nice. It must be your hair cream or something. You get a very highly developed nose in here. It comes from - only smelling yellow soap and floor polish.
- Pat, pregnant inmate: So what?
- Babs Peters, inmate: Well, I, for one, would be pleased if you'd stop your foul mouth talk while I'm eating.
- Pat, pregnant inmate: As I said before, so what? I talk and I eat as I was brought up to do. But none of your la-de-da ways.
- Millie Williams, inmate: A few days after the funeral, Mabel actually went up to London. Very much the gay widow, she was, and spending our money like water.
- Mrs. Skinner: The Arabs, I'm told, consider boiled sheep eyes quite a delicacy.
- Jean Raymond: Well, there's no accounting for taste.
- Pat, pregnant inmate: She's got no right to pick on other people. My Granny says you should think first and speak afterwards.
- Jean Raymond: I can't say I've noticed you doing that.
- Jean Raymond: Who is Mabel?
- Millie Williams, inmate: My best friend. My best friend that was, that is. We were inseparable ever since we were girls. And then suddenly she lost her head over old Harry Wicks. What she saw in the miserable old scarecrow was a mystery to me. But, he did have a nice little bit of money, which always adds to a man's charm, I suppose.
- Dr. Michael Hale: I flew over.
- Jean Raymond: What made you?
- Dr. Michael Hale: Because I'm a sentimental ass.
- Grandad Baden: Always 'ad my suspicions, now, didn't I tell you?
- Nellie Baden, inmate: Oh, never mind about your suspicions, Grandad. How's Sidney?
- Grandad Baden: Not so bad, I've been getting some treatment for them down at the General.
- Nellie Baden, inmate: Treatment for what?
- Grandad Baden: Me kidneys... you going deaf, Nell?