Hooker (Janet Moran): Oi. You doing business, do it somewhere else, love. This pavement's got my name on it.
Patrick "Kitten" Braden: And what, pray, is your name? Concrete?
Hooker (Janet Moran): My name is scratch your eyes out, and bite your bleed'n nose off. Which is what I'll do if you don't get off my patch.
Mr. Silky String: She giving you trouble, sir?
Patrick "Kitten" Braden: Oh, no trouble at all. We were just exchanging names.
Patrick "Kitten" Braden: If I wasn't a transvestite terrorist, would you marry me?
Patrick "Kitten" Braden: John Joe! John Joe, woohoo! John Joe! Not a Womble anymore?
John Joe Kenny: Don't talk to me about fuckin' Wombles. I'm in the Tower of London now. 30 smackers in the paw, boy. No questions asked. They're looking for a Mary Queen of Scots. Would you be up for it?
Patrick "Kitten" Braden: They'd chop my head off surely.
Patrick "Kitten" Braden: I just want to belong. I'd be your best prisoner. I'd cook and I'd clean. And I'd sweep and I'd iron all the uniforms.
Charlie: You said it'd be a disaster, like you.
Patrick "Kitten" Braden: Worse, probably.
Charlie: But I love you, you fucking disaster.
2nd Biker: What do you see, bro?
Laurence: Sausages.
2nd Biker: No stars?
Laurence: Stars... and sausages.
Father Liam: You have your mother's eyes. Do you know that, Patrick. The colour of the ocean beyond Rosses Point.
Patrick "Kitten" Braden: You took her there?
Father Liam: Many times. Things... could have been so different.
Patrick "Kitten" Braden: Ssh. Don't say anything. Because you know the strangest thing? I went looking for her. But I found you.
Patrick "Kitten" Braden: Dear Sir Unseen, I know my music and I am willing to bet you ten times whatever pathetic price you paid to get in this place that the dog's tail is 'waggely.' Now I want to hear you bark.
Patrick "Kitten" Braden: Not many people can take the tale of Patrick Braden, aka St. Kitten, who strutted the catwalks, face lit by a halo of flashbulbs as "oh!" she shrieks, "I told you, from my best side darlings."
Patrick "Kitten" Braden: The fantastic tale of Eily Bergen.
Bertie: I can't wait to hear the ending.
Patrick "Kitten" Braden: But you haven't even heard the start.
Bertie: I can't wait to hear that either.
Patrick "Kitten" Braden: Oh serious, serious, serious.
Patrick "Kitten" Braden: I knew you were only joking about the roses. And the sweeties. But it was nice while it lasted.
1st Biker: When I ride my hog, you think I'm riding the road? No way, man. I'm travelling from the past into the future with a druid at my back.
Patrick "Kitten" Braden: Druid man or druid woman?
1st Biker: That doesn't matter. What matters is the journey. You know where it goes, baby?
Patrick "Kitten" Braden: Where?
1st Biker: We'll visit the stars and journey to Mars, finding our breakfast... on Pluto.
Patrick "Kitten" Braden: But Micky is devious and no matter how much you tell him, he simply won't stay down.
Patrick "Kitten" Braden: Well, fuck me pink with a hairy arse.
Patrick "Kitten" Braden: Patricia Kitten, aka Deep Throat, had penetrated the deepest recesses of the Republican sphincter... with her secret anti-terrorist spray, named after Gabrielle Coco Chanel's lucky number.
