Mrs. Elton: A lot of rubbish is talked about love. You know what real love is? It's wiping someone's arse or changing the sheets when they've wet themselves. And letting them keep their dignity so you can both go on.
Freddie Page: Let me give you a case: Jack loves Jill, Jill loves Jack. But Jack doesn't love Jill in the same way. Jack never asked to be loved.
Hester Collyer: And what about Jill?
Freddie Page: That's Jill's hard luck! I can't be bloody Romeo all the time.
Collyer's Mother: Beware of passion, Hester. It always leads to something ugly.
Hester Collyer: What would you replace it with?
Collyer's Mother: A guarded enthusiasm. It's safer.
Freddie Page: There is nothing wrong with my mind. fubar.
Hester Collyer: What do you mean by that?
Freddie Page: You're the clever one, you work it out.
Hester Collyer: What the hell did you mean by that?
Freddie Page: Fubar, acronym, fucked up beyond all recognition.
Hester Collyer: Lust isn't the whole of life, but Freddie is, you see, for me. The whole of life. And death. So, put a label on that, if you can.
