- Pedestrian: You all right, mate?
- Accordion man: What? What?
- Pedestrian: What's the matter with you, eh?
- Accordion man: Oh, f... f...
- Pedestrian: Hey, now now. None of that!
- Accordion man: It's a f-f-fine world, sir...
- Pedestrian: Are you drunk? Is that it?
- Accordion man: Oh... 'tis that, 'tis that... it's a m-marvelous world, if you... look at it right... lights on the water...
- Pedestrian: [handing over some change] Look here. Get yourself a cup of tea.
- Accordion man: Oh... thank you very, very much sir. Thank you very, very much.
- Accordion man: We're all going to hell. We're all going to burn in hell. Thank you very, very much, sir. Thank you very, very much, madam. Thank you very, very much, sir.
- Arthur: Hang on! I've got an itchy conk. I said hang on! Will somebody scratch me nose for me? Bloody hell.