— Look, if you're interested in whether I am married or not...
— Oh, I'm not interested at all.
— Well, I'm not.
— That's very interesting.
— Tell me, who runs up that flag? Your wife?
— No, my flag steward.
— Who mixes the cocktails? Your wife?
— No, my cocktail steward.
— Look, if you're interested in whether I am married or not...
— Oh, I'm not interested at all.
— Well, I'm not.
— I grew up reading about myself in his books.
— How was that?
— Not always easy. A little more than you wanted to know about yourself.
The Constitution ensures limited government, if there's no right of privacy.
And ever since I left my mother
It's much harder to know
How to make my own life here
How to make my own home
Max: — We really are the most desperate lot of under-achievers. I'm not saying it's a bad thing. In fact, I think it's something we should take pride in. I'm gonna give the last brownie as a prize to the saddest act here.
William: — Bern.
Bernie: — Well, obviously it's me, isn't it? I mean, I work in the city in a job I don't understand and everyone keeps getting promoted above me. I haven't had a girlfriend since, well, since puberty. And nobody fancies me. And if these cheeks get any chubbier, they never will.
Honey: — Nonsense. I fancy you.
Bernie: — Really?
Honey: — Yeah.
— And unless I'm much mistaken your job still pays you rather a lot of money whilst Honey here earns 20 pence a week flogging her guts out in London's worst record store.
— Yes! And I haven't got hair, I've got feathers. And I've got funny goggly eyes and I'm attracted to cruel men. Actually, no one will marry me because my boosies have actually started shrinking.