B. Monkey

Beatrice:
Tomorrow is a long way off, Alan. I might have forgotten you by then.

Beatrice:
Angie, can I leave early on Friday?

Angie:
Why?

Beatrice:
I'm going to Paris. With my boyfriend.

Angie:
It will rain.

Alan Furnace:
You know, this doesn't actually look like me. Underneath there's a...

Beatrice:
...a prince?

Alan Furnace:
No, just a good-looking frog.

Beatrice:
Whoever thought I could find happiness in the middle of f***ing nowhere?

Alan Furnace:
[first lines - at DJ mic] You grow up in the suburbs, you picture a life for yourself, right? A life of danger, late nights in smokey Jazz clubs, beautiful women everywhere. There's Janda Rhineheart with A Hot Cup of Paris, 1939. - You're listening to Night Duty in Saint Jose's hospital. - Only then you *do* grow up, and you're not living that life. You're poor. You teach in a school during the day, and of course you like it. Though you can barely find time to play the bloody trumpet.