- Annie: [Playing the "Wuthering Heights" game with Rickie] You have a go.
- [Takes back the book]
- Ricky: Uh... Miss Bronte, uh...
- Annie: MS. Bronte, MS. Bronte! Ms., you know, like Multiple Sclerosis.
- Ricky: Uh, Miss Bronte, uh, will I...
- [pauses]
- Annie: Will you what?
- Ricky: Uh, uh, uh, uh, get a fuck?
- Annie: Oh, right. Same question. Okay.
- [Closes her eyes, twirls her fingers and opens book to a random page]
- Annie: Let's see. Uh, Ricky? It's a blank page. Sorry.
- Ricky: Oh, uh, there's nothing in the rules or...?
- Annie: Oh, fuck, it obviously doesn't work when your pissed.
- Hannah: I've always envied you, you know.
- Annie: Aw, don't be so daft.
- Hannah: I have!
- Annie: Why?
- Hannah: I don't know. I admire your innocence.
- Annie: What do you mean?
- Hannah: You're a very sort of trusting person.
- Annie: I trust people too easily. That's why I get walked over. You see, I envy your ability to stand on your own two feet.
- Hannah: Yeah, but that's just self-protection, isn't it?
- Annie: And the way you deal with men.
- Hannah: That's all I ever do is deal with them. I mean, at least you're able to fall in love with them - even though you are a walking open wound. I'm just not strong enough to be as vulnerable as you.
- Annie: But I see that vulnerability as a weakness. You're the strong one.
- Hannah: Well, see, if we could be a combination, we'd be the perfect woman, wouldn't we? Unfortunately, we can't.
- Hannah: When I look at men, all I see is dangerous weakness. I don't want it to be that way. I just can't help it. Makes me feel lonely.
- Annie: I've got this, uh, recurring fantasy about, um, well, in this fantasy, uh, I'm having sex - well, actually, I'm being *forced* to have sex with somebody. And the thing is that - there's a lot of men, you know, watching us.
- Adrian: Oh?
- Annie: Don't get me wrong. It's only a fantasy. It's not reality. It's a myth that a lot of men believe, but - it can lead to rape - you know, the idea that a woman means "yeah" when, like, um - she means "no."
- Hannah: This isn't a bordello you know, you can't just walk into any boudoir and choose a different bint!
- Hannah: [Pretending to cough and choke] An analogy to dust. Now, what could that be? God's dandruff, maybe.
- Hannah: [to Ricky at the pub] Excuse me! Do you think your ample form has anything to do with the fact that you stuff your face? Or is it that you're not getting enough sex, may-be?
- Annie: Coincidence, eh?
- Hannah: Synchronicity.
- Annie: Yeah, but what is synchronicity, and what's, you know, like, coincidence? Cause, like, Jung says that synchronicity is when two different things happen at the same time. You know, like, one's being a normal state, and the other, you know, is a psychic one. Do you know what I mean, like?
- Hannah: I've been listening to your half-baked psychobabble all fucking evening! And I resent being anal-yzed by two polytechnic, second-year psychology students! Thank you!
- Annie: Does your Mum still favoritize Francesca?
- Hannah: Oh, nothing's changed. Everything Francesca does is brilliant; everything I do is crap.
- Annie: It's just not fair, is it?
- Hannah: First, it was the mellifluous cello, and now it's happy families.
- Annie: And yet you have always been the one to look after her.