— Tell me something else.
— When I was little, my mom got me a pair of. My favourite outfit was my bumblebee tights.
— Bumblebee tights?
— Black and yellow stripes.
— Oh, dear God.
— Didn't you ever love anything that much?
— Yes.

— I've supposed to be driving Will home.
— Yes. Young Will. He was her chance, you know. Only one of that lot that was worth a damn. Terrible shame.
— Well, he's not dead.
— No, I meant for her, not him.

— Is everything okay?
— Actually no, there's something digging into my collar.
— Okay. It's a tag. Have we got any scissors in the bag?
— I don't know. Believe it or not, I rarely pack it myself.
— Okay, hang on. Got ot! We should just be grateful it wasn't in your trousers.

— I'm taking Will to a concert thing.
— Sorry, you're going on a date?
— It's too booby..
— Way too booby! Given it's a man for whom your boobs are mostly eye-level.

— I know this is not how you would have chosen it, but I can make you happy.
— No Clarke. This could be a good life, but it's not my life, it's not even close. You never saw me before. I loved my life. I really loved it. I can't be the kind of man who just accepts this.
— You're not giving it a chance, you're not giving me a chance. I have become a whole new person these last six months because of you.
— I know and that's why I can't have you tied to me. I don't want you to miss all the things that someone else can give you. And selfishly I don't what you to look at me one day and feel event the tiniest bit of regret or pity.
— I would never think that!
— You don't know that...