Butterflies

Ben Parkinson:
Must we have all these things blaring at us - I start every day in a state of deep shock.

Ria Parkinson:
Oh yes of course, I'd forgotten. Once we're over 40 we're too old to have actual emotions. Our hormones pack up and go leaving our mouths making mindless, hysterical noises.

Ben Parkinson:
I would like not to be included in your statistics if you don't mind, my only immediate problem is the egg custard.

Ben Parkinson:
The world it seems is moving on. Progress they call it.

Ria Parkinson:
You never were very romantic, were you.

[Ruby gives Ria a scarf to thank her for helping cure her of shoplifting. Ria takes it, then looks up, worried]

Ruby:
I've paid for it - with money.

Ria Parkinson:
Oh, thank heavens, there's Adam. As long as I have Adam, I can avoid Valium.

Ben Parkinson:
[to Adam, after he compares baking a cake to giving birth] I will not have you talking to your mother like that. She is baking a cake. Nothing that goes on around that oven has anything to do with procreation. This a kitchen, not a maternity ward. Cakes are delivered here. Cakes! And other disasters.

Ria Parkinson:
Love is a funny old thing isn't it

[Leonard grunts in agreement]

Ria Parkinson:
We're all kids chasing butterflies

[Ria makes actions to match what she says]

Ria Parkinson:
You see it... You want it... You grab it.

[Ria looks at clutching hand, opening it slowly]

Ria Parkinson:
And there it is... all squashed in your hand.