Tessa: This man's as useless as a fart in a jam jar.
Coop: Fuck me if I'm wrong, but I think you want to kiss me.
Luce: It's not going to happen.
Tessa: Cooper, that trollop. That man would shag an open wound.
Rachel: Boom! Hold that thought.
Rachel: You make me feel something I absolutely cannot feel.
Rachel: I forgot to pee.
Luce: Well, it should be a breakup bouquet, and it should be hydrangeas. They mean "It's over, but think of me well."
Tessa: Will you fuck off with the fucking candles?
Luce: What's your name, anyway?
H: Everyone calls me 'H'. They tell me it's short for Henrietta, but it's not. It's short for Jesus "H" Christ. That's what my mummy said when she found out she was pregnant with me.
Edie: You need a love life.
Luce: I have a like life. It suits me fine.
Rachel: Everyone promises you happily ever after... but life turns into a different kind of fairy tale.
Luce: Thorns! Thorns! In my bum! Ow.
Luce: I think you know immediately. As soon as your eyes... Then everything that happens from then on just proves that you have been right in that first moment. When you suddenly realise that you were incomplete and now you are whole.
Rachel: Okay. So do you see? You have to see. I... I can't do this. I can't actually do this. So whatever it is, or was, it's got to stop, and it's got to stop now, do you understand? It's over.
H: Do penguins have knees?




