[sitting high above a corridor Frankie spontaneously takes photographs of Cat who is walking along the corridor. Frankie stops taking photos]
Cat MacKenzie: [looking up at Frankie, happily] Oh God.
Frankie Alan: So you remember.
Cat MacKenzie: [stops walking] Of course I remember. Every breaktime you were up there, writing lyrics.
Frankie Alan: Only cos I knew
[gestures her head to the right]
Frankie Alan: your registration room was down there. I used to get this great view down your shirt.
Cat MacKenzie: We used to wear skirts too, remember - worked both ways.
[a melancholy Cat is sitting next to Frankie in a moving taxi]
Frankie Alan: You alright?
Cat MacKenzie: Yeah, it's just Hayley, I feel like if I'd looked out for her a bit more she might still be in a job.
Frankie Alan: She's a big girl, Cat.
Cat MacKenzie: Someone gave her the ketamine.
Frankie Alan: She didn't say who.
Cat MacKenzie: She wouldn't tell me, she thinks like I'm a teacher or something.
Frankie Alan: You always were a bit of a girl scout.
Cat MacKenzie: [ironic] Thanks.
Frankie Alan: No, in a good way.
Cat MacKenzie: How's it good?
Frankie Alan: You think about stuff. You know... don't just dive in. Maybe a bit too much sometimes but at least it means you make good decisions. You do the right thing. I wish I was a bit more like that sometimes.