Sunday Bloody Sunday
1971
Alex: Hmm... (sniffing) It's funny, there's a smell that is just like po... (pause) Children... are you smoking pot? Lucy: Are you bourgeois?
Bob: Don't come to me like a possessive wife! Alex: Well, I wouldn't if you hadn't left me with five children and a dog! Bob: Look, I know you feel you're not getting enough of me, but you're getting all there is. Alex: Well, you're spreading yourself a little thin, aren't you?
Mrs Greville: A hippie? Oh, I like hippies! They hate business and competitiveness... I think that's what has always attracted me to them.
Daniel: I always expect Saturday to be the best day of the week.
Daniel: When you're at school and you want to quit, people say 'You're going to hate it out in the world.' Well, I didn't believe them and I was right. When I was a kid, I couldn't wait to be grown up, and they said 'Childhood is the best time of your life.' Well, it wasn't. And now, I want his company and they say, 'What's half a loaf? You're well shot of him'; and I say 'I know that... but I miss him, that's all' and they say 'He never made you happy' and I say 'But I am happy, apart from missing him. You might throw me a pill or two for my cough.' (pauses, smiles) Daniel: All my life, I've been looking for somebody courageous, resourceful. (pause, thinks) Daniel: He's not it... but something. We were something. (pause) Daniel: I only came about my cough.
Timothy: Blecch! Alex: Serves you right for pinching my breakfast. Timothy: Not *your* breakfast! Papa paid for it! Bob: Well, there's socialism for you.
Alex: Is this milk all right for Bob to drink? Lucy: It's mummy's. Alex: I'm sure she won't mind. Lucy: It's *mummy's*, for John-Stuart. He's not *weaned* yet. Alex: Oh. Bob: (gags) Oh, my God.
Alex: I can't see why my having an affair with someone on and off is any worse that being *married* for a course or two at mealtimes. Mrs Greville: But darling... you keep throwing in your hand because you haven't got the whole thing. There *is* no whole thing, my poppet. You have to make it work.
Aunt Astrid: Daniel, darling. You're looking very spruce. (intercepts a canapé) Have one of these. Now, tell me when are *you* going to give us all a nice surprise? Daniel: (baffled) Auntie... Aunt Astrid: Still holding out on us... well, it's terribly selfish of you. You *are* going to be very, very lonely... Daniel: I just haven't found the right person yet.
Bob: We're free to do what we want. Alex: Darling... other people often do what they don't want to do at all.
Alex: I've had this business: "Anything is better than nothing." There are times when nothing *has* to be better than anything.