Tony: Who's stupid enough to fuck Sid?
Sid: She's still in hospital.
Michelle: No, she's not. They let her out. She's just not allowed to handle knives.
Sid: How do you do it?
Sid: Come on, Cass, I mean you never eat anything. Your parents must notice or something... I dunno.
Cassie: I like you, Sid. So, I'm going to show you. You have to do a lot of talking. I'm good at talking. You do that while you're cutting things up a lot.
Chris: Four months without sex that ain't, ain't funny. But you probably wouldn't understand that Jal.
Chris: Well you don't have sex at all, do you? you have clarinet lessons.
Chris: You all right? Do you want to dance?
Angie: No, I, um... Are there any other teachers here?
Chris: I dunno. Yeah, maybe. It depends if they knew about it, and if they wanted to come. Or if... No, I only invited you.
Angie: This was a bad idea. I didn't think it through.
Chris: I just wanted you to come.
Tony: You know how subatomic particles don't obey physical laws? They act according to chance, chaos, coincidence. They run into each other in the middle of the universe somewhere, and bang! Energy! That's the great thing about the universe. It's unpredictable. That's why it's so much fun
Maxxie and Anwar
Tony: We're in Russia, I want to try something new!
Maxxie: I'm not a hobby Tony; you're not taking up canoeing here!
Tony: I've been canoeing.
Maxxie: What about Michelle?
Tony: She loves canoeing!
Maxxie: I got off with Tony on the Russia trip. I only did it because I fell out with Anwar when he said he hated gays, so I got upset, and Tony said he'd give me head, to cheer me up, you know. And I didn't mean anything, but I lost my head...and then he gave me head. And then we got deported from Russia. And I'm really really sorry for being a slut, okay?
Angie: Right, well...anyone else want to get something off their chest?
Chris: I'm in love with-
Angie: Sit down!
Effy: Sometimes I think I was born backwards, you know came out my mum the wrong way. I hear words go past me backwards. The people I should love I hate, and the people I hate...
Now that I've lost everything to you, you say you wanna start something new, and it's breaking my heart you're leaving, baby, I'm greaving.
But if you wanna leave, take good care, I hope you have a lot of nice things to wear, but then a lot of nice things turn bad out there.
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