Arthur: It’s not me who insinuated.
Granddad: … It was the dog. Play for Today: Dog Ends by Richard Harris, BBC 1984
I knew I made a mistake with coming here. ibid. Granddad
You dirty filthy sod! I wish you were dead. I wish you were bloody dead. ibid. Arthur
I shouted at him last night. Said some terrible things. ibid. Arthur
Old age is invariably fatal one way or another. ibid.
I don’t want to be buried. I’m not going under the ground. ibid. Granddad
In case you’re wondering, there won’t be any question of a post-mortem. ibid. vet
I expect you feel depressed. I’ll give you some tranquillizers. Three of these four times a day; if it gets really bad, two of the little while ones, six of the black … ibid. doctor to Arthur
They can’t take him … The graveyard and crematorium attendants have down tools and demanded a 46% pay rise. ibid.
It’s Thursday. The binmen come. ibid. Henry
But the Lord will protect you. We are all folded in his mighty wings. Play for Today: Desert of Lies, London Missionary Society, BBC 1984
South Africa: Children shouldn’t see what you’re seeing in this country: babies blind with disease, men yoked by the neck as slaves. ibid. missionary lady
I lost my faith, Esther, run into the sands of this filthy place. ibid. drunken uncle
Local #1: Who are these idiots?
Local #2: Some kind of foreign white.
Local #1: What are they doing?
Local #2: Trying to cross the desert.
Local #1: Why?
Local #2: Because they’re idiots. ibid.
It’s the glamour. Bright lights. Engaging personalities. Play for Today: The Amazing Miss Stella Estelle, drag act, BBC 1984
They asked for you to come back. You were well liked. ibid. father to daughter