Doing Time (1979)
Brian Wilde: Barrowclough
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Quotes
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Fletcher : You're lookin' a bit down in the mouth, Mr Barrowclough, anything the matter?
Mr Barrowclough : Oh, nothing much. The usual. Domestic crisis.
Fletcher : Oh dear. Mrs Barrowclough left you, has she?
Mr Barrowclough : Unhappily... no Fletcher.
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Mr Beal : I was married. Divorced now.
Mr Barrowclough : Well, look at it this way, 'tis better to have loved and lost than
[sighs]
Mr Barrowclough : to spend your whole ruddy life with her.
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Mr Beal : Mind if I cadge a lift?
Mr Barrowclough : Oh, well, we're not...
Mr Beal : I've just been posted here.
Mr Barrowclough : Oh, a brother officer.
Mr Beal : Saves me the cab fare.
Mr Barrowclough : Aye, well, I'd still claim for it, though.
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Fletcher : Success? Let me tell you about success. I had a pal, come to London 28 years ago without two ha'pennies to rub together. Now he managed to save up enough to buy a little hand cart and he went round collecting all old newspapers. Do you what he's worth today?
Mr Barrowclough : No, what?
Fletcher : Nothing. And he still owes for the hand cart.
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Mr Barrowclough : This job is a privilege, you know.
Fletcher : For the pigs, yeah.
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Bainbridge : I bet if we'd brought Michael Parkinson or the Goodies you wouldn't have held *them* for questioning.
Mr Barrowclough : Probably not. But then you didn't, did you?
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Mackay : What'll it be Mr Barrowclough?
Mr Barrowclough : Oh something to keep out the cold.
Mackay : Yes it's bitter out.
Mr Barrowclough : It's bitter in!
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[Fletcher is on the prison farm, leaning on his shovel next to the pig sty and yawning. Mr Barrowclough arrives accompanied by Rudge, a new inmate at Slade]
Fletcher : Oh, morning Mr Barrowclough.
Mr Barrowclough : Busy, Fletcher?
Fletcher : Oh busier than ever, sir. Mind I never complain.
Mr Barrowclough : I can't actually see what it is you're supposed to be doing.
Fletcher : It's the pigs, sir. They won't eat without my reassuring presence. Very highly strung your average pig, you know.
[Sees Rudge]
Fletcher : Who's he?
Mr Barrowclough : Oh, Rudge. Newly assigned to the farm.
Fletcher : How'd he work that then?
Mr Barrowclough : Pardon?
Fletcher : What? First day inside, the farm? What is he, the governor's nephew?