Kenneth Williams:
There comes a time in every man's life when he can no longer snog young women without appearing something of a dirty old sod, a benchmark you passed in the late 1950s.
Sid James:
That is charming.
Kenneth Williams:
You've got a very grubby image.
Sid James:
At least I haven't got a grubby Moroccan sex life.
Kenneth Williams:
Oh yes, go on. Throw your little stones from the ruined greenhouse of your own sad lechery. By all means pronounce judgement on diving splinter of my sexual proclivities if you can catch sight of it through the Epping Forest of your own lustful eye.
Sid James:
It's unnatural for a man to fancy other men.
Barbara Windsor:
Kenny doesn't fancy other men, he fancies himself. Other men are just the next best thing.
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