Wimbledon
2004
Lizzie Bradbury: Hit this one, and I'll sleep with you. (ball hits an official) Lizzie Bradbury: Too bad. You could've used the workout.
Lizzie Bradbury: (Peter has just snuck into Lizzie's bedroom) Thank Goodness you didn't go through the wrong window. Peter Colt: I did. Your dad's a very quick shag.
Peter Colt: You really are a wanker! Carl Colt: Harsh... but fair.
Peter Colt: (he is climbing a wall to get in to Lizzie's room and a dog is barking at him) I'll jump! Do you want to have that on your conscience? (dog quietens) Thank you.
member tennis club: Oh look, there's Peter Colt, the new pro. Once ranked 17 in the world Peter Colt: ELEVENTH! (speaks to self) Once ranked eleventh in the world
Peter Colt: (after seeing Lizzie in shower) Yes, goodbye, and may I say good body? Luck! Oh, shit! I meant... shit! (goes towards a door and opens it) Peter Colt: Ah, lovely kitchen. (Lizzie points to other door) Lizzie Bradbury: That way.
Peter Colt: Ajay Bhatt, ever heard of him? Dieter Prohl: Yeah, yeah, yeah - sitting over here. (points) Peter Colt: Oh, my God! Shouldn't he be off discovering masturbation somewhere?
Peter Colt: (on the phone) Lizzy, listen, dont say a word, I was thinking a repeat of the other night; like fish and chips, early to bed... *gasps* Mr Bradbury! Hello... Mr Bradbury?... damn...
Dennis Bradbury: Look, Peter, I got nothing against ya personally, you seem like a nice guy and ah... Peter Colt: Oh, good. Dennis Bradbury: I'm not an idiot, I know Lizzie likes to have her fun, keeps her relaxed, if you were just another easy... Y'know, well that would be one thing but you're not, are you? Peter Colt: (hesitates) As matter of fact, I was incredibly easy.
Peter Colt: Fuck a duck.
Peter Colt: My parents are still together, which proves that love isn't just blind, it's bloody stupid.
Lizzie Bradbury: Where do you come down on the whole "fooling around before a match" issue? Peter Colt: Well, that's a very intriguing question Lizzie Bradbury: 'Cause I think a little fooling around can be really good for your game. You know, help you relax. Peter Colt: Um, I'm not sure I've done enough reasearch to have a definitive opinion. Lizzie Bradbury: That's very sad. Peter Colt: Yes, it is, isn't it Lizzie Bradbury: It is... very sad... Peter Colt: Don't get me wrong: I'm (deep breath) very interested in doing the necessary research. Very intered in in doing the necessary research. Are you? Lizzie Bradbury: I'm interested.
Carl Colt: Might wanna change the sheets...
Country Club Tennis Lady: Some young men I find have a stamina that's really quite deceptive.
Peter Colt: Presently ranked 119th in the world. Sport is cruel. Now I know it doesn't sound too bad. Four million tennis players in the world, and I'm 119th. But what that really means is this - 118 guys out there are faster, stronger, better and younger. And it gets you thinking.
Peter Colt: I'm not afraid, I'm old!
Lizzie Bradbury: Hmmm. You're exceeding my expectations.
Dieter Prohl: I suppose, in a few thousand years, the English will evolve webbed feet. Peter Colt: Yes, just about the same time the first German evolves a sense of humor. Dieter Prohl: No, no, no. That's unfair. Many times I make you laugh. Peter Colt: No, I'm laughing at you, not with you. Dieter Prohl: Ha, ha.
Peter Colt: (Overviewing London with Lizzie) One day, none of this will be ours. (they both laugh)
Dieter Prohl: And like all young men, he must first be taught the lesson of humility.
Peter Colt: Aren't we gonna have a workout? Lizzie Bradbury: I thought we just had one. (they've just had sex) Peter Colt: (as they go for a jog) Now, are you sure about this? I usually do 10 miles. Lizzie Bradbury: Why are you running behind me? Peter Colt: I'm just enjoying the view.
Jake Hammond: I tried to warn you about her. By the way, how's the weak back? Peter Colt: It's fine. Thanks. How's the weak mind? Danny Oldham: Gentlemen. (they walk to the court)
Peter Colt: (the ballboy gives Peter his racquet) Thanks. I'll be needing that.
(Hammond's ball hits the ball boy after an ace) Peter Colt: (thinking) Oh, you bastard. It's one thing to humiliate me, but you didn't have to mess with the boy. Now, you're going down, you bastard. (Hammond serves a few aces) Peter Colt: Or maybe not. Chair Umpire: Colt to serve.
Lizzie Bradbury: Having a tough day? Peter Colt: Well, you know, disastrous.
Lizzie Bradbury: I said I love you. Peter Colt: See, that's very good news. I thought I was alone in the love department. Lizzie Bradbury: Well, turns out you've got company.
Peter Colt: (narrating) Nothing could possibly match that moment. It's everything you wait in a lifetime for. That dream finally came true. What else could ever come close?
Lizzie Bradbury: Go out there and decide who you are. Peter Colt: Who might that be? Lizzie Bradbury: It might be a winner.
Lizzie Bradbury: My parents got divorced when I was 13. My mom was always on the road trying to become a singer. Peter Colt: What went wrong? Lizzie Bradbury: She couldn't sing. (laughs)
Peter Colt: (talking about his parents) It's sad. Everything they used to love in each other now seems to drive them crazy.
Betting Shop Girl: Can I take your picture? Peter Colt: No, you bloody can't! Betting Shop Girl: Digital!