[after leaving Jeremy, to his delight, to reunite with her husband, Sarah turns back up at the door of the flat, in tears]
Jeremy Usborne: [voiceover] How am I going to get out of this? She's like one of those horrible big turds that just won't flush!
Mark Corrigan: [voiceover] Great... OK, so I've dumped my sister. That's great, that feels good. I'm intrigued to see what I'm gonna do next, maybe I'll ring up Grandad and tell him I think he's a boring twat.
[about Big Suze]
Mark Corrigan: [voiceover] God, she's so posh, that I, Mark Corrigan, who was privately educated until dad's British Aerospace shares went kaput, could be her bit of rough.
[Big Suze is staying in Mark's room and she invites Mark to sleep in the bed with her]
Big Suze: Do you know what you are, Mark? A big, cuddly grouch ball. It's like sharing a bed with Fozzie Bear or Oscar the Grouch.
Mark Corrigan: [voiceover] Maybe something could happen. In the same bed, human nature might take its course.
Big Suze: You're kind of like a modern-day eunuch, aren't you, Mark?
Mark Corrigan: Yes, I suppose so.
Jeremy Usborne: [voiceover] How can Mark be in love with Big Suze? It's like Swaziland trying to invade China. It's a bloody political joke.
Big Suze: You don't, do you, have feelings for me, Mark?
Mark Corrigan: [voiceover] This is it. Go for it. Tell her. Betray Sophie, destroy Jeremy.
[to Big Suze]
Mark Corrigan: No. God, no, as you know, I'm in love with Sophie.
Big Suze: Right. Because I thought...
Mark Corrigan: Honestly, Suze, I like you, sort of, but not even really that much. I mean, you're very, you know... horsey. You're the horsey type. Not that I've got a chip on my shoulder, but you're sort of a throwback, a kind of a Marie Antoinette figure. Let them eat cake. Not that she ever said that, it's a mistranslation, but... you know, big, stupid posh-head, that's you.