Mõningad laused, mis silma jäid:
J: Where did you sleep last night?
L: In the bushes.
J: Great. Meanwhile, I'm up all night wondering where the hell you are.
I thought you were dead. You could've left me a note or something. It's easy, " Dear Jarrod, don't wait up all night long. I'll be sleeping in the bushes. Thank you".
Mrs. Lintott: And you, Rudge? How do you define history?
Rudge: Can I speak freely without being hit?
Mrs. Lintott: You have my protection.
Rudge: How do I define history? Well it's just one fucking thing after another, isn't it?
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