Janey Harper: Again, the poor relation. One gets a computer, the other gets a dinner party, and nothing for the poor little match girl. Perhaps she'll just fade away.
Ben Harper: Hopefully mouth first.
Susan Harper: Do you mind? I'm trying to have a private conversation with your brother.
Janey Harper: I know. That's why I'm listening.
Susan Harper: [Talking to Nick about his older girlfriend] When a sophisticated woman like that goes out with a scre- with a young man like you, she's probably... I don't know how to put this delicately...
Janey Harper: ...just using you for sex.
Nick Harper: I know! It's great, innit?
Ben Harper: Nice thought, though, isn't it? Nick moving out. And that room of his will make me a nice study, you know?
Susan Harper: It also will make a nice little sewing room for me.
Ben Harper: You don't sew!
Susan Harper: You don't study!
Susan Harper: You know, I'm beginning to feel slightly nervous about this evening.
Ben Harper: So am I. Let's cancel.
Susan Harper: Out of the question. We're doing this for Nick.
Ben Harper: What you're doing is inviting the enemy into the camp so you can assess her firepower.
Susan Harper: You're so cynical. I'm simply inviting my son's girlfriend over so I can see what the cradle-snatching cow is really like.