- Emlyn Parry: Lovely, everything's going to be all right soon.
- Gwen Owen: Not if you keep on getting into scraps all the time.
- Emlyn Parry: You like a bit of a scrap yourself don't you.
- Gwen Owen: You'll know more about that when we're married my boy. I'll be ready to take you on any day.
- Emlyn Parry: Not in my working clothes, eh?
- Gwen Owen: Don't talk soft out here, Em.
- Seth Jones: They were white. This fellow brought a black man to work down the pit.
- David: [walks forward] Well? What about it?
- Bert: I find a nice little stretch of gutter in front of the right kind of houses. Off comes me hat, humble, and I start singing. I pick a well known tune and I murders it. Now, listen.
- [singing]
- Bert: And when your friends desert you, At the time of your downfall, You'll find that your Mother, Is the best friend of them all.
- Dick Parry: Now listen, lads. Dave here is more than a good singer. He's as good a butty as ever worked down a pit with me. Aye. And he's a decent chap into the bargain. Here's Seth talking about him being black. Why, damn and blast it, man, aren't we all black down that pit?
- Evans: Listen, Sir John. We heard you say that tomorrow we may be at war. In that case, you know the risks that will have to be faced in the trenches, in the sky, on the sea - aye, and by our women and children in their homes. Coal in wartime is as much a part of our national defense as guns or anything else. So why not let us take our chance down the pit?
- Evans: Well, sir, we chaps work down that pit, as our fathers did before us. And we want to go on working. That's all, Sir John.