Daisy: We've got to get used to each other. We don't know each other that well, do we?
Tim: [cut to Tim enthusiastically reading a book labelled "Daisy's Diary"] Ah, ha ha, ha, ho, ho - Thrush!
Tim: [cut back to the original scene] No.
[on Daisy's party decorations]
Brian: I see at as a tribute to Christo, the artist.
Tim: I see it as a waste of Baco, the foil.
Mike: Wanna go into your party?
Tim: But they were playing 'The Timewarp'. I hate 'The Timewarp'.
Mike: Daisy likes it.
Tim: So what? I hate it. It's boil-in-the-bag perversion for sexually repressed accountants and first-year drama students with too many posters of Betty Blue, The Blues Brothers, Big Blue and Blue Velvet on their blue bloody walls.
Tim: What is this? This is rubbish. We should be listening to firm young melodies, kicking tunes, thumping bass... God I sound so stupid.
Twist Morgan: Daisy. Don't you look nice? Bit of a midriff show. Big's in this season. Good for you.
Twist: Hi. Interesting outfit.
Marsha Klien: Oh thanks. Thought I'd make an effort.
Twist: Mm, yeah. I can really see what you tried to do.
Marsha Klein: She's not a teenager, she's the devil in an A-cup!
[after Tim spitefully begins making moaning noises in the proximity of Daisy's phone call]
Richard: Daisy! I can hear sex noise!