Sarrab: Poor Uday. Sometimes I think he wants to fuck himself to death.
Julie: I'm so tired.
Sarah Morton: Not surprised. It's tiring to kill a man.
Sarah Morton: I pity your mother.
Julie: You pity her? Why?
Sarah Morton: Well, I imagine having a daughter who comes home with a different man every night must be difficult for a mother.
Julie: Well, you imagine wrong. You know what? You're just a frustrated Englishwoman who writes about dirty things but never does them. You can shove your uptight morals up your ass.
