Suzy: The thing is, we're starting with Criminal Justice.
Poppy: Is that your first exam?
Suzy: Yeah, it's crap. If we had Cyber Crime first, or like, Crime and Pleasure, I could ease myself into it. No probs.
Scott: Okay Poppy, this is your third driving lesson.
Poppy: I'm getting quite good, aren't I?
Scott: No, you're not good. You're smug. You're too easily distracted. You're distracted by squirrels, by dogs, by children in the park, by old ladies in surgical stockings, by half-naked men in their gardens.
Poppy: Oh well, he was quite fit, wasn't he?
Scott: No, he wasn't fit, he had a paunch.
Poppy: I didn't know you were checking it out so carefully, Scott, eh?
Heather: What're you reading?
Heather: "Yuck!"? That's nice, isn't it?
Poppy: It's a classic, that.
Scott: Every week I ask you, "Please wear appropriate footwear." And every week you insist on wearing those stupid boots.
Poppy: Yeah, sorry about that.
Scott: You know what this is? This is vanity before safety.
Poppy: Oh, right.
Scott: "I'm sorry, Mrs Jones, I'm sorry. Poppy killed your child, but don't worry, she looked really cool in her sexy, seductive boots."
Poppy: Hmm, am I keeping you awake at night?
Poppy: You sure about that?
Scott: You know, you can make jokes while you're driving, Poppy, but you will crash and you will die laughing.
Poppy: Well, if you're going to go, it's the best way to go, I suppose. Are you scared of death, Scott?
Scott: No, I'm not scared of death. I'm scared of dying. That's why I woke up.
Poppy: Oh, when did you wake up?
Scott: A long time ago.
Poppy: Who set the alarm?
Scott: I set the alarm. I opened my eyes, and I saw.
Poppy: It was in a Cadillac. In Miami. Bunny hop down the beach. I was a bit pissed. It was hilarious.