Melody

Maureen:
Do you kiss boys, Muriel?

Muriel:
Sometimes, if I like him enough.

Melody:
Aren't you frightened?

Muriel:
Oh, why should I be frightened? It's quite nice when you get used to it.

[Daniel wants to dance with Melody]

Daniel:
I've got to dance with her.

Ornshaw:
You're mad! What do you want to do that for? She'll only say "Buzz off!" or something. She's a bit stuck up that one. This whole girl-nonsense is rubbish. Girls are a load of snotty-nosed little so-and-so's.

Ornshaw:
Some people are winners and some people are losers.

Daniel:
Who says who's gonna be what?

Ornshaw:
Don't ask me, that's all done before we get on this earth. I mean, it's him up there. He says, "You, you're gonna be red-hot at the triple jump, and you, you're gonna be bloody useless!"

[in the school office about to get "slippered"]

Mr. D*cks:
Now, why are you here, Ornshaw?

Ornshaw:
Because you invited me, sir.

Mr. D*cks:
And why did I invite you, Ornshaw?

Ornshaw:
Well, because I couldn't translate the Latin, sir.

Mr. D*cks:
Why, Ornshaw? Why?

Ornshaw:
Because it's a bloody silly out-of-date language do you mean, sir?

Mr. D*cks:
Two was it, Ornshaw... I think we'll make it four... [trying to hold his temper] ...And why do you think it's a... silly out-of-date language, Ornshaw?

Ornshaw:
Well, because I couldn't speak to a dead Roman even if I knew the bloody lingo, sir!

Melody:
[reading from a tombstone] "Fifty years' happiness." How long's fifty years?

Daniel:
A hundred and fifty school terms, not including holidays.

Melody:
Will you love me that long?

Daniel:
[nods] Mmm-hmmm.

Melody:
I don't think you will.

Daniel:
Of course. I've loved you a whole week already, haven't I?