Sandra gangel: Now you just remember I won a year's supply of toilet freshener for making up that poem. That took brains and artistry, that did.
Sandra: What happened? School burned down, did it?
Jamie: Yeah.
Sandra: What was it this time? IRA bomb?
Jamie: Fundamentalist Muslim pyromaniacs.
Sandra: Oh, funny, that. Looked all right when I walked past it.
Ste: Do you think I'm queer?
Jamie gangel: It don't matter what I think.
Leah: Don't suppose you've got any jobs in your new pub?
Sandra: No. But if I ever do turn it into a brothel I'll get back to you, ok?
Sandra: It's for his bird.
Tony: Do you have to use words like that? It really disempowers you.
Sandra: You're pissed! From a bloody gay bar.
Jamie: How do you know it's a gay bar?
Sandra: Cos it's got a bloody great pink neon arse outside of it.
Sandra: It's not natural, is it?
Jamie: What ain't?
Sandra: A girl her age being into Mama Cass.
Leah: She's got a really beautiful voice.
Sandra: And what's wrong with Madonna?
Leah: She's a slag.
Sandra: Hypocrite.
Jamie: Where'd you meet my mum?
Tony: Planet Earth.
Jamie: Yeah, but where?
Tony: A place is just somewhere where shit happens.
Jamie: Yeah, but where?
Tony: Gateways.
Jamie: Scared of being called "queer"?
Ste: Are you?
Jamie: Maybe... maybe not.
Ste: And are ya?
Jamie: Queer?
Ste: Gay.
Jamie: Very happy. I'm happy when I'm with you.
Leah Russell: I wish I was the one that was going away. Nothing ever happens around here. I gets up in the morning, bake my face in half a ton of slap, tong my hair with yesterday's lacquer, that's it. It's the same every bleeding day. There's fuck-all to look forward to.
Leah: It's your bird. She talks to me like I've got "cunt" written on me forehead.
Tony: You shouldn't use words like "bird."
Ste: There ain't nowhere else.
Sandra: There is, actually, Ste. There's an island in the Mediterranean called Lesbian, and all its inhabitants are dykes. So you've got your eye wiped there.
Sandra: Where are you going?
Jamie: Out with my mates.
Sandra: Jamie... you ain't got any mates.
Chosen answer: Make Your Own Kind Of Music, by Mama Cass.