MR. BIG NOSE: Will you be quiet?!
MRS. BIG NOSE: Don't pick your nose.
MR. BIG NOSE: I wasn't picking my nose. I was scratching.
MRS. BIG NOSE: You was picking it, while you was talking to that lady.
MR. BIG NOSE: I wasn't!
MRS. BIG NOSE: Leave it alone. Give it a rest.
MR. CHEEKY: Do you mind? I can't hear a word he's saying.
MRS. BIG NOSE: Don't you 'do you mind' me. I was talking to my husband.
MR. CHEEKY: Well, go and talk to him somewhere else. I can't hear a bloody thing.
MR. BIG NOSE: Don't you swear at my wife.
MR. CHEEKY: I was only asking her to shut up, so I can hear what he's saying, Big Nose.
MRS. BIG NOSE: Don't you call my husband 'Big Nose'!
MR. CHEEKY: Well, he has got a big nose.
GREGORY: Could you be quiet, please?
GREGORY: What was that?
MR. CHEEKY: I don't know. I was too busy talking to Big Nose.
MAN #1: I think it was 'Blessed are the cheesemakers.'
MRS. GREGORY: Ahh, what's so special about the cheesemakers?
GREGORY: Well, obviously, this is not meant to be taken literally. It refers to any manufacturers of dairy products.
MR. CHEEKY: See? If you hadn't been going on, we'd have heard that, Big Nose.
MR. BIG NOSE: Hey. Say that once more; I'll smash your bloody face in.
MRS. GREGORY: Ohh.
MR. CHEEKY: Better keep listening. Might be a bit about 'Blessed are the big noses.'
BRIAN: Oh, lay off him.
MR. CHEEKY: Oh, you're not so bad yourself, Conkface. Where are you two from? Nose City?
MR. BIG NOSE: One more time, mate; I'll take you to the fuckin' cleaners!
MRS. BIG NOSE: Language!
MRS. BIG NOSE: And don't pick your nose.
MR. BIG NOSE: I wasn't going to pick my nose. I was going to thump him!