- Gary: I remember that day. I was nine. Or maybe eight. I remember watching them fall, wondering what they must have been thinking. "It's alright, it's alright. So far, so good." That hope that everything's okay while you fall into oblivion. And I wondered if anything like that could ever happen here."
- Graham: They chuck you out then?
- Darren: Honorable discharge. Medical grounds.
- Graham: [raises an eyebrow] Don't know what your great granddad would've said about that.
- Darren: Yeah, well - things were different back then.
- Graham: He came out of the army when the job was done. Didn't cut and run leaving someone else to finish things.
- Darren: Neither did I.
- Graham: They're your family you know. Those lads you serve with. That's what he always used to tell me. He'd say that he had two families - the one back home and the one out there in Africa, where he was fighting.
- Darren: I've not come here to fight, granddad.
- Graham: Sounds like you don't want to fight anyone.
- Ruth: Seriously David - just because you grew up on a council estate twenty years ago doesn't make you a social worker.
- David: I never said it does! But it wouldn't hurt for you to start and see things a little differently, would it?
- Ruth: I see things perfectly well, thank you very much! I see what we have here. A nice home, cars, holidays, a nice life - everything that we worked hard to get. And I See people like that every day at work. Leeches with their hands out, wanting to take something they feel they're entitled to, something that someone else has worked hard for. When are you going to wake up and realise they're not the idyllic, salt of the earth, working class anymore?
- Gary: Maybe we're just fed up of being told how much better everyone else is than us... What about being white? What's wrong with that? It doesn't pay to be white and working class anymore.
- Ruth: Look, Mister Kinneally - if that is your name - it's my job to see whether or not your father is fit to work. If he can, he would be better off working than on benefits and that's what we would recommend to the DWP.
- Darren: Some of them fighting out there - they're only kids, you know? Thirteen, fourteen, sometimes younger. Can you imagine how it feels to kill someone Billy's age? Younger?
- Graham: A lot of us were involved in that sort of thing in the 1970s. Young lads, we worked hard, looked around and saw a lot of these coloureds taking jobs, taking women, getting everything gien. There used to be a time when if you were a working class lad you had folks to look out for you - your mam, your dad, your community. Unions. Labour Party.
- [pause]
- Graham: But all that changed.
- Graham: There was this group of lads, looked up to me like some kind of leader. They murdered a Sikh teenager from their school. Stabbed him to death with his own kirpan. Then they dumped his body outside my house like some kind of offering.
- Rachel: Your life is like a soap opera, Sophie. I only keep you by my side to save me from watching Jeremy Kyle.
- Graham: What have I done for you, England, my England? / What is there I would not do? / With your glorious eye austere / As the Lord were walking near / Whispering terrible things and dear / As the Song on your bugles blown / England! / Round the world your bugles blown!