- Tom: [after Tom sends Ruth back to the kids] And any drinks My wife wants, I'll buy 'em.
- Joe: It'll be a rare day when you buy your own!
- Tom: Look, I don't want any lip from any jumped-up little squirts, either!
- Joe: How about a drink then - Will you take a drink from me?
- Tom: Ah go on, then. That's more sensible. Yeah, I'll, ah, I'll have a pint to drink.
- Joe: I don't think I can manage a pint, how about a half?
- Tom: Oh, yeah. A half'll do
- Joe: Well, Have a half here!
- [throws his beer in Tom's face]
- Tom: [splutters] You little bugger!
- Amos Brearly: No fighting in here. I'll not have any fighting in my pub!
- Joe: I don't mind going outside, right?
- [Tom walks off after a stare-down]
- Joe: Right, Amos, fill this up.
- Amos Brearly: Don't kid yourself this is the finish, Joe Sugden. Tom's got his own ways of fighting.