Last of the Summer Wine1973

Blamire:
Well, what was wrong with chapel, eh?

Clegg:
I felt somehow that it should have more humour. And perhaps a bigger organ. No, I'm not convinced. I mean for a start, if God's omnipotent, with all that choice available what could he possibly want with my old woman? No, it implied blind chance working there, not selection. Oh, I know I chose her but think on: she was a lot younger then and it were the height of the Depression. Nobody expected owt fancy.

Compo:
Well, even if you don't believe in God, He'd take her just for spite. They're all alike, the bosses.

Blamire:
What do you know, you tatty heathen?

Compo:
I'm entitled to my opinion.

Blamire:
Not exactly an expert opinion, is it? Considering how much experience you've had of either church or full employment.