Get Real
1998/I
Steven Carter: It's only love. What's everyone so scared of?
Steven Carter: Hate me, loathe me, detest me - just faint!
Steven Carter: Love ? Why do you care about my love?
Jessica: It's not a gay story, it's a pervert story. Kevin: What's the difference? Wendy: You're not gay and you're a pervert.
(while dancing with Linda at the ball, Steven gazes into John Dixon's eyes and gets excited. Linda notices) Linda: Now don't you start! Steven Carter: I'm sorry, I was thinking of someone else. Linda: Charming!
John Dixon: Guess what? Steven Carter: You're pregnant!
(on John Dixon) Linda: He's sex on legs!
(after Steven Carter tells him he's gay) John Dixon: Well fuck me! No, no, I don't mean... I just mean... fuck me... but not... well what I mean is...
(while Watching John Dixon practice his relay starts) Wendy: Romeo, Romeo, cover me in honey and suck it off with a straw. Jessica: What? Wendy: God. He's perfect. Jessica: Fancy him do you? Wendy: He can pass me his baton any day.
Wendy: So. Where shall we go? Mark: Fancy a Whopper? Wendy: Sure. We can always eat afterwards.
Mark: She seems quite distant sometimes. It's killing me. We're talking permanent erection here. There's a medical term for that. Isn't there? Steven Carter: Uh, Yeah... "Sad Bastard"
Linda's Brother: Linda. Mom says if you don't come in for your tea now, she'll give it to the dog. Linda: OK, OK. Steven Carter: You haven't got a dog. Linda's Brother: Well, We'll get one.
(first lines) Steven Carter: I came late to sex. I was nearly ten. That's when my friend Mark Watkins told me how babies were made. Young Steve: Really? Are you sure? Young Mark: Yeah. Honest. I saw it on one of my dad's videos. Steven Carter: For over a year after that I thought babies were made when two women tied a man to a bed and covered his willy with ice cream.
Kevin: Weren't you listening in there, Jes? Careful, you don't know what you might catch. Forget him. He's a... Jessica: He's a what? Poof? Queer? Faggot? Anything else you can think of? Steven's Mother: I'll tell you what else he is. He's my son, and I'm very proud of him. And if you do anything to hurt him, I'll have your bollocks for earrings.
John Dixon: (upon seeing Steven's wall covered in pictures of male soccer players) I didn't take you for a football fan. Steven Carter: (smiles slyly) I'm not. John Dixon: What do you mean, not a. oh. (blushes)
John Dixon: Fag? Steven Carter: W-what? John Dixon: I mean, uh. (holds out cigarette) Steven Carter: Oh. Um. Sure.
John Dixon: (after propositioning Steven in a public bathroom) God, I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me. Steven Carter: (smiles) Here, it's usually a case of who came over you.