Sid: Tony, you're my best friend but I really don't know what the fuck you're on about most of the time...Do you think that matters?
Tony: Sidney, I think on balance...it helps.
Maxxie: I’m gay, Mr Kharrel. I always have been.
Mr Kharrel: It’s a fucking stupid messed up world. I’ve got my God. He speaks to me everyday. Somethings I just can’t work out so I leave them be, okay? Even if I think they’re wrong, because I know someday he’ll make me understand. I’ve got that trust. It’s called belief. I’m a lucky man.
Chris: Angie, are you ashamed of me?
Angie: Course I'm fucking ashamed of you.
Sid: (writing) Cassie, I don't care if you think you're odd because I feel like singing when I see you and you're beautiful and I've been such a chapstick these past few weeks.
Sid: Ton, this is my dad's car.
Tony: Yep. I went around to get your clothes, your dad was watching the football... I thought we could get along much faster if I nicked it.
Tony: Just you and me, sis.
Effy: Fucking wanker.
Tony: Eff, what are you talking about?
Tony: I tried.
Effy: No. Wanker.
Tony: I said sorry!
Tony: Effy. I liked it better when you didn't talk.
Effy: (hesitates) Wanker.
(Sid sits down beside Cassie on a bench overlooking Bristol. They hold hands)