Stanley Holloway credited as playing...
Bob Mitchell
- Bob Mitchell: Strike me pink, it's old Gibbo.
- Frank Gibbons: You old son of a gun!
- Bob Mitchell: Blimey. I thought you was as dead as mutton after that night attack when we'd gone on to Givenchy and left you lot in the mud.
- Frank Gibbons: What me, dead as mutton? I'm tougher than that. Only one small 'ole through me leg in four years!
- Ethel Gibbons: You'll stay and have a bite with us, won't you, Bob?
- Bob Mitchell: No, thank you, all the same, Nora's got something for me next door.
- Frank Gibbons: Here, have a drink.
- Ethel Gibbons: You've had quite enough to drink, Frank, and well you know it.
- Bob Mitchell: Better not, old man. Ethel's quite right. Women are always right. That's why we cherish them. God bless 'em.
- Ethel Gibbons: You'd better cherish yourself next door, Bob. Nora will be having one of her upsets if she's got something hot for you to eat and you're not there to eat it.
- Bob Mitchell: I say it's a bit posh going to the South of France for honeymoon, n'est-ce pas?
- Frank Gibbons: Uh, oui, oui.
- Frank Gibbons: I wonder what happens to rooms when people give them up go away and leave the house empty?
- Bob Mitchell: How do you mean?
- Frank Gibbons: I don't know. I was thinking about you going away from next door after all this time and me and Ethel going away, too, pretty soon, and wondering what the next people that live in this room will be like. Whether they'll feel any bits of us left about the place.
- Bob Mitchell: Here, shut up. You're giving me the willies.
- Frank Gibbons: It's a strange world.
- Bob Mitchell: You said it.
- Frank Gibbons: All them years. All the things that happened in them. I wouldn't go back over them again for all the rice in China, would you?