Norman Rossington: Bert

Saturday Night and Sunday Morning

Bert

Aunt Ada: He settled her though, threatened to chuck her off Trent Bridge.
Bert: Oh aye, I'd forgot that.
Aunt Ada: She thought it were better to settle for a quid a week out of court rather than get a good wash.

Bert: I noticed that girl myself this morning, smashing bit of stuff. I shouldn't think she'd want aught to do with a madhead like you though.
Arthur Seaton: They all want a good time you can bet.

Bert: You should have been with us.
Aunt Ada: Our Ethel clicked with a bloke and he bought us drinks all round, the whole gang of us.
Bert: Aye, he must have got through a good 5 quid, soft bastard. Still he had a car so I suppose he could afford it.

Aunt Ada: Them was rotten days.
Arthur Seaton: I know, it won't happen again though, I can tell you that.
Bert: I was talking to a bloke the other day at the pit, he's always going on you know 'you can't beat the good old days'. So I got 'old of me pick and I said to him - 'you tell me anything else about them good old days as you call them and I'll split your stupid head open' - I would too.

Arthur Seaton: It costs too much to get married, a lump sum down and your wages a week for life.
Bert: Most blokes ain't got aught else to work for, have they?
Arthur Seaton: No. I have though. I work for the factory, the income tax and the insurance already, that's enough for a bit. They rob you right, left and centre. After they've skinned you dry you get called up to the army and get shot to death.
Bert: That's how things are Arthur, no good going crackers over it. All you can do is go on working and hope that some day something good will turn up.

Bert: Did you get anywhere?
Arthur Seaton: No, you?
Bert: Nah, that Betty's barmy, she wouldn't let me get near her. Tell you, you've got to marry them these days before you get aught.
Arthur Seaton: Not if they're already married.

Bert: I don't know how that ratface could do a thing like that.
Arthur Seaton: Cause she's a bitch and a whore, she's got no heart in her - she's a swivel-eyed git.
Bert: She wants pole-axing.
Arthur Seaton: Some people would nark on their mother, we're living in a jungle - we are and all. That bloke was a spineless bastard though, he should've run.

Bert: You know I told you to lay off weeks ago, not that you took a blind bit of notice.
Arthur Seaton: Well you've gotta enjoy yourself.
Bert: You've got to keep your feet on the ground as well.
Arthur Seaton: I can't see much use in that. You see people settle down and before they know where they are they've kicked the bucket.
Bert: It ain't altogether like that.
Arthur Seaton: No, I now. It would be though if you didn't watch it.