Dr. Frank Bryant: Found a culture, have you Rita? Found a better song to sing? No, you found a different song to sing, and on your lips it's shrill and hollow and tuneless.
Rita's Father: Say, Denny. Denny, I'm sorry for you, lad. If she was a wife of mine I'd drown her.
Rita: If I was a wife of yours I'd drown meself.
Dr. Frank Bryant: Did you know that Macbeth was a maggoty apple? Not many people know that.
Rita: Christ! My customer! She only come in for a demi-wave, she'll come out looking like a flippin' muppet.