The Girl:
Go on. Look at me. Look at my eyes. I'll kill you. Sometimes I stand in front of the mirror and my eyes get bigger and bigger. And I'm like a tiger. I like tigers. Rrrrah!
Mick Travis:
The thing I hate about you, Rowntree, is the way you give Coca-Cola to your scum, and your best teddy bear to Oxfam, and expect us to lick your frigid fingers for the rest of your frigid life.
Mick Travis:
There's only one thing you can do with a girl like this. Walk naked into the sea together as the sun sets. Make love once... Then die.
