Second Best (1994)
James: What sort of things did you do when you were my age?
Graham Holt: I kept my head down, I suppose. Nothing very exciting.
James: [points to his life-story book] Is what's in there exciting?
Graham Holt: [pauses, turns pages] It's more disturbing than exciting.
James: That's what they say I am. Disturbed.
Graham Holt: What do you say?
[Remembering his mother's death]
Graham: Dad wasn't making much sense. His hands were like injured birds looking for a safe place to roost.
Debbie: If he gets ya practicing knots, just remember, untying them again's the hard part.
Graham: I know where you've gone. I know where you're hiding. To have nothing, to feel nothing, to be nothing. It doesn't work, I've tried it. Anything's possible, Jamie, except feeling nothing. That's never possible.
Graham Holt: They were a devoted couple, they showed it.
Uncle Turpin: You mean she convinced him that she'd go to pieces if he strayed even as far as the end of the garden to do a widdle on his own.
Graham Holt: I cried.
Debbie: So I heard.
Graham Holt: Isn't it usual to phone before you visit?
Debbie: Sometimes I do, sometimes I don't. I like to catch people unawares.
Graham Holt: Anyway, there's no point now.
Graham Holt: I told you. I cried in front of the child I was hoping to adopt and his - what's it called - his key worker.
Debbie: Best thing you could have done. Now they're both crazy about you.
James: [emerging from the school bus Friday afternoon] You've got a broody expression, like a hen with constipation. Well, don't, 'cuz I've got the hermity. We're going camping this weekend. It'll be great!
Graham Holt: Not this weekend.
James: Why not?
Graham Holt: We have a visitor.
James: [pauses, puzzled] We never have visitors.