- Dorothy: [upon being served a plate of chicken] What's that? What did you do?
- Jeff: Mum, please.
- Dorothy: Where's the rest of her? Who did this?
- Jeff: Nobody did anything.
- Dorothy: Did you kill her?
- Jeff: Mum, I didn't kill it.
- Dorothy: It? She had a mother and a father, Jeff.
- Jeff: It's free range.
- Dorothy: What does that mean?
- Jeff: It means it was free range. It was a happy chicken running around a massive field with other happy chickens. It had a good life.
- Dorothy: Why do you keep saying "it"? I haven't seen any fields with birds wandering around. Where are they, Jeff? Where?
- Jeff: Mum, I'm really hungry.
- Dorothy: Well, have a cracker!
- Maude Polikoff: [on Freddy Jayashankar] He was beautiful, but he was also pure. He was like a monk. He was like a monk you could fuck.
- Graham Watkins: [walking into a shop] Oh my God, look how depressing this is. Look at this, the first thing I see: a lentil.