Last of the Summer Wine, Series 1 (1973)

Nora Batty is placing her laundry out to dry with another lady as two men enter Compo's house below.

Nora Batty:
They're taking his telly again.

Lady:
Oh, is it Tuesday already?

Compo:
Your old lady's dog is crapping all over the pavement.

Blamire:
That's funny. He usually sews it up in little bags and sends it by post.

Compo:
Hey Cyril, give me a fag, I'll give you a sniff of me socks!

Clegg:
This fellow, he picks up this tiny bird in his hands, and carries its quivering little body across this busy junction, and feeds it to his cat. Life's like that: a complex texture of conflicting moralities.

Vicar:
(after getting a cigarette from Clegg) I'm supposed to be stopping, but then, on the other hand, it's hardly fitting for me to be seen trying to live forever, is it?

Blamire:
(referring to Compo) He's still calling for me in broad daylight!

Clegg:
Tell the neighbours he doesn't belong to you, you're just looking after him for somebody.

Clegg:
If God's omnipotent, what could he possibly want with my old woman?

Compo:
Do you reckon I'm in love with Mrs. Batty, or is it just sex?

Blamire has found his old camera, and has visited a photographic exhibition with Compo. They then find Clegg.

Blamire:
(Fiddling with his camera) You know, I must get a light meter.

Clegg:
I should get a heavy one. You'll pay more, but it'll last longer.