Hope and Glory
1987
Grandfather George: Give him the you... know... what!
Teacher: (jabbing at a map of the world, with the British Empire lands in pink) Pink. Pink. Pink. Pink. What are all the pink bits? Rowan. Bill Rowen: They're ours, Miss. Teacher: Yes. The British Empire. Arthur ... what fraction of the earth's surface is British? Arthur in Roger's Gang: Don't know, Miss. Teacher: Anyone? Jennifer Baker? Jennifer Baker: Two-fifths, Miss. Teacher: Yes, two-fifths! Ours. That's what this war is all about. Men are fighting and dying to save all the pink bits for you ungrateful little twerps.
Grandfather George: Look! They're coming this way: the Future on the march. I curse you, Volt, Watt and Amp!
Clive Rowen: Billy, before I go there's something I want to tell you. You're not quite old enough, but, well... (he produces a cricket ball) Clive Rowen: ... it's the googly. Your hand is too small to master it, but you can make a start.
Grandfather George: I have no friends, only relations!
Grandfather George: You want to know why they're called Faith, Hope, Grace and Charity? Bill Rowen: Why? Grandfather George: Your Grandmother. She named them after the virtues I lack. That's marriage for you!
Winston Churchhill: Now this is not the end. It is not even the beginning of the end. But it is, perhaps, the end of the beginning
Clive Rowen: That was a googly ... I taught him how, and now he turns it against me! Grandfather George: (laughing) The law of life, cruel isn't it?