- Mansfield Vermon-Jones, Father: Intercourse.
- Mother: Later dear.
- Mansfield Vermon-Jones, Father: No no no, the word, intercourse. Good and woody, intercourse.
- Mansfield Vermon-Jones, Father: It's a funny thing, dear, all the naughty words sound woody.
- Mother: Really dear? How about tit.
- Mansfield Vermon-Jones, Father: [scoffing] Newspaper. Litter bin. Dreadful tinny sort of words.
- Rebecca Vermon-Jones: [wailing and sobbing over the next line]
- Mansfield Vermon-Jones, Father: Tin! Tin! Tin!
- Mother: Oh, dear, don't say "tin" to Rebecca! You know how it upsets her!
- Rebecca Vermon-Jones: [to Rebecca] Oh. Sorry, old horse.