“Football, bloody hell!”

“What the bloody hell are you, Ms. Lane?”

“I've the most extraordinary longing to say 'Bloody Hell!”

“He makes a pained sound. "Bloody hell, woman, I think a part of me wants to keep you this way.”

“Ah, well… hell is full of burning boats, did you know that, Nadir? I daresay that's what makes it so bloody hot.”

“"I'm a Soldier, not a bloody clerk! I fetch bloody forage, count bloody shovels, and take punishment drills. It's yes, sir, no, sir, can I dig your latrine, sir, and it's not bloody soldiering!" "It is bloody soldiering! What the hell else do you think soldiering is? Do you think you can win a war without forage? Or without shovels? Or, God help us, without latrines? That is soldiering! Just because you've been allowed to swan about like a bloody pirate for years doesn't mean you shouldn't take your turn at real work."”

“She'd made him watch every Alien movie. Most of the goriest scenes were accompanied by his dialogue: 'Ach, that's no' - that's just no' right…. Bloody hell, this canna be right.”

“The thing about football - the important thing about football - is that it is not just about football.”

“Damn everyone to Hell. And damn the bloody forest. And God, too, for that matter.
He looked up fearfully from his chill handful of water, but his silent blasphemy went unpunished.”

“I eat football, I sleep football, I breathe football. I'm not mad, I'm just passionate.”