Shane: How the hell do you die happy?
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Shane: How the hell do you die happy?
Shane: I don't like seein' Dad sad, Mam, but I'd sooner see him sad than not see him at all.
Andy: The only reason I get up in the morning is to see if my luck's changed. And it never bloody has.
Danny: She's a bit careless with the crockery, your Sandra!
Danny: Crap! That's what that was! A load of bloody crap.
Danny: ARKWRIGHT TRAVEL - New York, London, Paris & Grimley - But mainly GRIMLEY
Shane: How the hell do you die happy?
Shane: I don't like seein' Dad sad, Mam, but I'd sooner see him sad than not see him at all.
Andy: The only reason I get up in the morning is to see if my luck's changed. And it never bloody has.
Danny: She's a bit careless with the crockery, your Sandra!
Danny: Crap! That's what that was! A load of bloody crap.
Danny: ARKWRIGHT TRAVEL - New York, London, Paris & Grimley - But mainly GRIMLEY
Danny: This band behind me'll tell you that that trophy means more to me than owt else in the whole world. But they'd be wrong! Truth is, I THOUGHT it mattered. I thought that MUSIC mattered. But does it bollocks? Not compared to how people matter. Us winning this trophy won't mean bugger-all to most people. But us *refusing* it - like what we're going to do now - well, then it becomes news, doesn't it? Danny: You see what I mean. That way, I'll not just be talking to myself, will I? Because over the last ten years, this bloody government has systematically destroyed an entire industry. OUR industry. And not just our industry - our communities, our homes, our lives. All in the name of "progress". And for a few lousy bob. I'll tell you something else you might not know, as well. A fortnight ago, this band's pit were closed - another thousand men lost their jobs. And that's not all they lost. Most of them lost the will to win a while ago. A few of them even lost the will to fight. But when it comes to losing the will to live, to breathe, the point is - if this lot were seals or whales, you'd all be up in bloody arms. But they're not, are they, no, no they're not. They're just ordinary common-or-garden honest, decent human beings. And not one of them with an ounce of bloody hope left. Oh aye, they can knock out a bloody good tune. But what the fuck does that matter? Danny: And now I'm going to take my boys out onto the town. Thank you.
Mother 2: This isn't your main job, is it? Phil: I'm a miner. Mother 2: A miner? Phil: You remember them, love? Dinosaurs, dodos, miners.
Andy: Sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll, hey ladies? Vera: Aye, but we can do without the drugs and rock 'n' roll!
Ward Sister: Message from Mr Ormanroyd! Phil: He's awake? Ward Sister: Yes. He says your Tenor Horn is too soft!
Danny: All right then, lads and lasses. Danny: Land of Hope and bloody Glory, eh?
Gloria: Moving words... Andy: What? Gloria: Back there - Danny. Andy: Ah, aye, daft old codger. If it weren't for t'band ah reckon he'd pop his clogs. Listen, I wondered if you fancied some grub? Gloria: Where? Andy: I dunno - go posh if ya want...
Women on picket line: The miners, united, will never be defeated. Andy: Poor old biddies. Don't they know they're pissing in the wind, like the rest of us? Ernie: Can they do that, women? Andy: What? Ernie: Piss in the wind. Jim: No, Ernie. That's just the point. Ernie: No, but on a nice day, you know, when there's no wind about. They can't - you know - get any direction on it. Jim: All right, whatever it is that lasses do that's pointless. Andy: Bloody hell. So much to choose from. Phil: Fart in a force ten? Jim: By god, Phil, you don't half know some funny women. Harry: Steady lads. My missus does that. All: Harry: You daft bastards. Women Against Closure? That is when she's not farting in a force ten!
Harry: Blimey, Danny, you've been on 'oliday or wha'? Danny: Howdayamean? Harry: Well, it may've escaped your notice like the pit's under threat. Danny: Aye. Wha'sat got'do wi'this? Harry: Oh my. You're right. Not alot.
Simmo: Andy, I don't want a falling out, mate. You're my main source of income. Andy: Don't worry, Simmo. I've lost more this week than a bloody trumpet.
Jim: Must be an awful lot, having that much guilt you got to buy your way out of it. Gloria: Jim, I'm not doing it for me. I'm doing it for you... and Danny.
