- Pete: The lady downstairs has collapsed - in there! She's in there all... collapsed! And then, there was fire, and I'm puttin' it out. I kicked a door. Oh god, I didn't know! She's still lying there! She's in there, dead, dead I tell ya! Sheila's gone. Oh, Sheila left me. I was in the street, I went in there
- [Pete points to the old lady's room]
- Pete: , you came; I don't know what's happening. Say something.
- Tommy Rag: Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious. Say it.
- Pete: No!
- Tommy Rag: Go on! Say it! Docious-ali-expi-fragilistic-ali-super! You're late! And you've got a partial picture of the 1966 England Wall Cop Squad on your forehead...
- Tommy Rag: You're a veritable tabby-eared and scorched scrapbook of the 20th century! I don't want to know why; I don't want to know how. I've entered into Monty Python's missing sketch.
- Tommy Rag: OK. Now you're no longer a virgin, now you've done your first sale, it's your exams. Go through the rules.
- Pete: Rule one: Give no quota. Two: Good breakfast. Three: Keep back cocked. Four: Seconds lead to sales. Five: Act like a spent knob.
- Tommy Rag: What's rule number six?
- Pete: Oh, come on. What?
- Tommy Rag: Rule number six! There are no rules. You've passed.