- [Elizabeth's granddaughter, Joanna, is listening to an early rehearsal of the reunited Blonde Bombshells]
- Joanna: I can see why the Germans bombed you.
- Elizabeth: I hate those stories that begin with a funeral, but I'm afraid this one begins the day we buried George. Not that we buried him. In the interests of the environment we had him incinerated.
- [Betty the Bandleader has just reminded the band that there's to be no drinking on stage to which the alcoholic Dinah replies:]
- Dinah: Sorry, babe, this is not negotiable. Drunk I can't play a note, sober I can't play a note but there's a part in the middle where I play like a goddamn angel.
- [Elizabeth's children have found out that she's busking on the streets]
- Edward: Doesn't it strike you that what you're doing is a bit... well... degrading?
- Elizabeth: Well you try it. Last week we had a request from a tourist for the Japanese national anthem. That's unique that is. So we gave him 'One fine day' from Madame Butterfly and a joke about Pearl Harbor.
- Joanna: So you were the only man in the band?
- Patrick: Just me and all those chicks.
- Elizabeth: Oh do you mind? I'm not and never have been a chick.
- Joanna: How did you get the job?
- Patrick: Well, they couldn't find a girl who played the drums. I had a quiet word with Betty the Bandleader, two pairs of nylon stockings and the job was mine.
- Elizabeth: Also he was on the run.
- Patrick: Also I was on the run.
- Elizabeth: I remember playing in the Metropole Ballroom. Mares eat oats and does eat oats. And knowing that at any moment a large bomb could fall on my head and blow us all to hell and back.