This Is England '862010

Shaun:
[after walking in on his mother having sex with Mr. Sandhu] Are you...? Did...? You... you had to f*** him for my job?

Cynthia Fields:
No, son, I haven't f***ed him for your job. I like him, son.

Shaun:
You what? You like... you like it with him?

Cynthia Fields:
Yeah, Shaun. I do.

Shaun:
[imitating Mr. Sandhu] Close the shop, Shaun. Do your business, Shaun. I wanna f*** your mam, Shaun.

Mr. Sandhu:
It isn't like that, huh?

Shaun:
You're a f***ing liar!

Mr. Sandhu:
Look, Shaun... I'm a good man, huh? I... I... I care about your mother. I have great, great respect...

Shaun:
He doesn't even speak properly, mum!

Cynthia Fields:
Shaun, stop it please! I'm sorry, son. I know it's a shock. I've got feelings too, you know. I'm sorry I didn't tell you, but... but he's moving in, Shaun.

Shaun:
No, he's not! He's not, because if he moves in, then I'm off! I'm not even bothered, mum, I'll go and live on the docks! I'm not staying here with him!

Cynthia Fields:
Shaun, don't be silly, please!

Shaun:
I'm not being silly, I swear! I'm not staying here with him! [to Mr. Sandhu] You're a f***ing greasy wanker, Sandhu!

Cynthia Fields:
Shaun...

Shaun:
And you, mum, you should be ashamed of yourself! You should be! Dad'd be ashamed of you, I'm ashamed of you, you should be ashamed of yourself!

Cynthia Fields:
Your dad wasn't a racist, Shaun.

Shaun:
[shouting] I don't mean 'cause he's coloured! I mean, because you're doing it behind my back! Like some worthless little slag off the estate! Listen, Cynthia, don't ever speak to me again! Both of you, rot in hell!

Cynthia Fields:
[Shaun leaves and Cynthia breaks down in tears and whispers] Shaun... I'm sorry. [to Mr. Sandhu] I'm sorry...