One Day

Emma:
I'll only be a minute. No playing with yourself while I'm gone.

Emma:
Welcome to the graveyard of ambition.

Emma:
I didn't mean to call your dad a fascist.

Dexter:
A bourgeois fascist.

Emma:
Yeah, I'm sorry.

Emma:
My hair smells like cheese - Monterey Jack.

Dexter:
If I could give you just one gift, do you know what it would be? Confidence. That or a scented candle.

Dexter:
[referring to the back of her bathing suit] It's scooped a bit low isn't it?

Emma:
Good job I didn't put it on backwards.

Emma:
I got to know you. You cured me of you.

Emma:
If I can't talk to you, then what is the point of you? Of us?

Emma:
I love you, Dex, so much. I just don't like you anymore. I'm sorry.

Emma:
I'm not lonely, I'm alone.

Emma:
Your wedding invitations are scented?

Dexter:
Lavender.

Emma:
No, Dex, money. They smell of money.

Ian:
She made you decent, and in return you made her so happy, so happy, and I will always be grateful to you for that.

Dexter:
I'd still like to read that poetry. What rhymes with Dexter?

Emma:
Prick. It's a half rhyme.

Emma:
That's a very serious face. You're not having a wee, are you?

Emma:
Whatever happens tomorrow, we had today.

Emma:
A tortilla is either corn or wheat. But a corn tortilla folded and filled is a taco, whereas a filled wheat tortilla is a burrito. Deep fry a burrito, it's a chimichanga. Toast a tortilla, it's a tostada. Roll it, it's an enchilada.

Emma:
If you muck me about, Dexter, lead me me on, or let me down, or go behind my back, I will murder you.

Emma:
Either you are on coke or you got dysentery, either way ITS BORING!

Ian:
Call the bloody police! It's my flat too!

Emma:
Is it? I paid the mortgage! You just sat around farting and watching the bloody Wrath of Khan!

Dexter:
Come on, everyone's lost at 25.