Beautiful Thing (1996)
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.
Jamie: You know who Claude Monet is?
Sandra: Jamie, don't make me out to be thick.
Jamie: Who was he then?
Sandra: He painted the Sixteenth Chapel.
Sandra: [Talking about Ste after he rushes off, obviously upset] What's his problem?
Jamie: He's in love, that's all.
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.
Jamie: Scared of being called "queer"?
Ste: Are you?
Jamie: Maybe... maybe not.
Ste: And are ya?
Jamie: Very happy. I'm happy when I'm with you...
Sandra: What happened? School burned down, did it?
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: 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.
Ste: You always wear glasses when you read?
Jamie: Supposed to.
Ste: But you don't at school.
Jamie: It's hardly fetching, is it?
Ste: Nah, looks all right.
Ste: I'm tellin' ya.
Miss Chauhan: Right, now, this is Mr. Bennett and he's gonna be taking the boys for football. Mr. Bennett foolishly wants to be a teacher.
[McBride and the other boys are talking quietly, but including the word "fucking" several times, making Miss Chauhan's comments about Mr. Bennett barely audible. Jamie then looks across to McBride]
Ryan McBride: What you fucking looking at?
Miss Chauhan: Er, less fucking and more attention please.
[She looks across to Gina, who is obviously pregnant]
Miss Chauhan: Something you might have said to your boyfriend, that, Gina.
Ste: [reading magazine] You cannot transmit the HIV virus by frottage.
Ste: What's frottage?
Jamie Gangel: It's yogurt. It's French.
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.
Leah: Come on Slasher, let's go.
Sandra: Slasher? What do you slash, crepe paper?
Leah: He's incontinent.
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".
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?
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?
Jamie: [hearing phone ring] That'll be the phone.
Sandra: Well it wouldn't be the bloody Hoover bag, would it?
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!