Skins, Series 5

[Rich is sitting alone in a pub. Grace, dressed as a metalhead, comes to his table]

Grace:
Shove up.

Rich:
Sorry, someone's sitting here.

Grace:
Oh yeah, who?

Rich:
[looks up, notices Grace, and grins] You? Wha-

Grace:
I'm Sub; short for Sub Rosa. Nice to meet you.

Rich:
Hey, "Sub". I'm Rich.

[Grace and Rich drink their pints in one go]

Grace:
So... what do you do for fun, Rich?

Rich:
Uh... listen to music, go to gigs, hang out with my mate Alo. That's about it, really.

Grace:
You don't have any other friends? Just this "Alo" guy?

Rich:
Yeah, just him, really.

Grace:
No-one else?

Rich:
Well, recently, there's been a couple of other people... this girl, Franky, and... others.

Grace:
Others?

Rich:
Well, there's this girl who's been helping me, I suppose. Okay, what sort of music are you into, "Sub"?

Grace:
Well, you know, industrial, mostly. Godflesh, early Scorn, TKK.

Rich:
Nine Inch Nails?

Grace:
F*** off! Trent Reznor can suck my cock! [beat] This girl, then, who's helping you. What do you think of her?

Rich:
Honestly?

Grace:
Honestly.

Rich:
She's alright, but she lets people walk all over her, and her friends treat her like shit and she doesn't say a word.

Grace:
Maybe she knows her friends love her?

Rich:
Maybe she's got no f***ing self-respect.

Grace:
You think you know me, Rich. No-one f***ing knows me. Not you, not Mini, not Liv. No-one's got a f***ing clue what I am or what I can do.