The Young Ones1982

Rick:
[pacing around the room] Meringue... Boomerang... Long, blue, boomerang...

Vyvyan:
Oh, shut up.

Rick:
I'm trying to free form.

Vyvyan:
I'm trying to read.

Rick:
OH, REALLY! I learned how to do that years ago. And what is it your reading Vyvian? A bit of Petrarchian verse, is it? A little bit of French drama?

Vyvyan:
It's called "SS Death Camp Criminal Battalion go to Monte Casino for the Massacre".

Rick:
[snatching comic] That's MY bloody comic.

Vyvyan:
Give it back.

Rick:
No, Vyvyan. It's mine.

[sits down and reads]

Rick:
Anyway, there's no point in reading comics, they're stupid. They treat the kids as if they we're... well, you know, kids. Nothing but war in them. War, war bloody war. Why can't they have stories about love and peace?

Vyvyan:
Because it's sissy, you girly.

Rick:
I'm not being girly, Vyvyian. Longing for a peaceful world is not being girly.

Vyvyan:
It is - It's being soppy and very very girly.

Rick:
I AM NOT BEING G - Look, this entire discussion is completely sexist anyway and I don't intend to continue it.

[puts head down to read comic]

Rick:
but

[looks up again]

Rick:
for your information, it is not soppy of me to long for a world where a man will love his brother.

Vyvyan:
Poof.

Rick:
You're dilibratelly trying to provoke me aren't you?

Vyvyan:
Yeah.

Rick:
For one man to love another, Vyvyan, is not poofy. It's actually very beautiful. It's only when they start touching each others bottoms that it gets poofy.