Pirate Radio (2009)
Tom Sturridge: Carl
Angus : The way I look at it, the world couldn't survive without my comedy, and who's going to have the moral backbone to play the Seekers when the mood is right?
Dave : They've split up.
Angus : I intend to celebrate the back catalogue.
Dave : I intend to stop you doing so.
Mark : [silently stands up and lights a cigarette]
Simon : As some of you know, my wife left me after 17 hours of marriage, but I survived that because I live for music. And now, with nothing else to live for, I'm willing to die for it as well.
'On-The-Hour' John : I've always lived for news and weather. Happy to die for them, too. Especially the weather.
Bob Silver 'the Dawn Treader' : I've got nowhere else to go.
Harold : I have somewhere else to go, but it's Peckham. So I think I'll stick around.
Felicity : Can't let everyone starve. And I'm slightly worried where my increasingly powerful sexuality will take me when I return to normal life.
Thick Kevin : I've got a very strong suspicion that Felicity fancies me. Not about to go anywhere, just when I'm in with a chance.
'Young' Carl : Obviously, I'm in. You're the only people in the world who like me.
Quentin : So... expelled?
'Young' Carl : That's right.
Quentin : What for?
'Young' Carl : I suppose smoking was the clincher.
Quentin : Drugs or cigarettes?
'Young' Carl : Well, both.
Quentin : Well done! Proud of you. So your mum sent you here in the hope that a little bracing sea air would sort you out?
'Young' Carl : Something like that.
Quentin : Spectacular mistake.
Thick Kevin : It's type of bird, but it's wearing a hat. Not so much a hat. Something that's at the top of a coat and attached to the coat and covers the head, but is not a hat.
'Young' Carl : A hood?
Thick Kevin : Yes, and now the first name, type of bird. It's a something hood.
'Young' Carl : Robin Hood! Why didn't you just say he lived in Sherwood Forest and has a bow and an arrow?
Thick Kevin : Yeah? What? Who are you talking about?
'Young' Carl : Robin Hood.
Thick Kevin : I didn't know that.
Quentin : Your mother is dropping by to pay us a visit before Christmas.
'Young' Carl : You're kidding? When does she arrive?
Quentin : Tomorrow. She was always very impromptu. Anyway, I thought you might like to know, in case you want to brush your hair or hide the large stack of pornography you keep on that shelf.