Dawn: I have to know. About you two.
Nick: Well he loves me. Davy looked after me, yeah? Because of dad. But he kind of... owned me.
Dawn: That's not love.
Nick: He fucks you, but he loves me!
Dawn: He hates you! You have to go, I'll bring you money.
Nick: Where could I go?
Dawn: If you love him, you'll leave us!
Dawn: Why did we come here?
David: Because I want to do some good in a place where my dad was a tosser.
Nick: [holding a lettuce] What's this?
David: You buggered it last night.
Dawn: You were sleep-walking.
Nick: Shit. Haven't done that in a while.
David: What, buggered a lettuce?
David: One of my students is cutting herself.
Dawn: How do you know?
David: She told me. Such a shame, she's a bright kid.
Dawn: You have to report it.
David: I don't want to get into trouble. With her family, I mean.
Dawn: You have to tell someone, David, it's the law.
David: Yeah, well. Social services, bit of a mixed bag. Trust me.
Dawn: You frightened me earlier.
David: Sorry. It gets to me sometimes.
Dawn: I hardly know you, do I?
Nick: [about PTSD] It's like there's one of me fighting out there and one of me fighting in here.
[points to his head]