- [Alan and Gillian are looking at one of Alan's old school photographs]
- Alan: [wistfully] He's dead... And he's dead... She died... He went down south.
- Gillian: Have they gone?
- Raff: Yeah.
- Gillian: [to Alan] What the hell on earth are you playing at?
- Alan: Did you not like her?
- Gillian: Like her? But I don't know her. You don't know her. You haven't seen her for 60 years!
- Raff: Well, I liked her. The daughter strikes me as being a bit high-maintenance, though.
- Gillian: She stood you up.
- Alan: Apparently not.
- Gillian: She had you on then. How do you know she's not having you on now?
- Alan: What happened was...
- Gillian: And that bloody daughter! Oh, don't get me started. Trailer trash?
- Alan: What happened was...
- Gillian: Bitch!
- Alan: What happened was...
- Gillian: Dad. Don't want to know how she's twisted it and tried to make you believe black's white. You know what happened. You told me!
- Alan: I'll tell you later.
- Caroline: [to Michael, a colleague] Sod off, you little prick. Do you really think you can humiliate me? Go for it, genius. Spread a few rumours. It'll say more about you than it ever will about me. This is 2012! I'm single. She's single. We're adults. We had a fling! The ladies have landed! Quite a long time ago, in fact. Get over it. She spoke to you because she was upset, and this is how you respond? Bad move. And shame on you as well. Leave the door open on your way out.