Scott: My sister’s eighteen today
Louisa: I thought she was already your legal guardian?
Scott: Fake ID
Louisa: It’ll be nice when we can all go down the pub together
Jack: Oh, I won’t be drinking socially
Louisa: Why's that?
Jack: If I’m with good people, why do I need to drug myself? And if I’m with bad people, why aren’t I spending some quality time at home with the drink instead?
Bus LVII
Louisa: How’s the musical coming along?
Jack: Pretty well
Louisa: What’s the story?
Jack: It all starts off with this girl whose microwave breaks, and she’s despairing...when suddenly her oven starts singing to her. Telling her about all the exciting things you can do with an oven, and how microwaves are just for lazy people anyway.
Louisa: Elitist
Jack: I write what I know
Louisa: Wasn’t the musical meant to be more realistic this year? After ‘Moon Nuns’.
Jack: Pretty well
Louisa: What’s the story?
Jack: It all starts off with this girl whose microwave breaks, and she’s despairing...when suddenly her oven starts singing to her. Telling her about all the exciting things you can do with an oven, and how microwaves are just for lazy people anyway.
Louisa: Elitist
Jack: I write what I know
Louisa: Wasn’t the musical meant to be more realistic this year? After ‘Moon Nuns’.
Bus LVI
Scott is wearing a black armband
Louisa: What’s up?
Jack: His microwave broke
Louisa: Oh dear. Can’t you get a new one?
Scott: Next week. When Em gets paid.
Louisa: Well until then, you're welcome to come use mine
Scott: Thanks, but I can’t cook with people watching
Louisa: At least you've still got the gas oven
Scott: Had it taken out after...well, you know
Jack: I’ve got something that’ll cheer you up
Scott: A grill?
Jack: Nope – a bendy straw!
Scott: So what?
Jack: You like straws, remember?
Scott: That was just talk. This is life.
Jack: Did I tell you I'm writing the musical now? They rejected Wallace's script.
Scott starts crying
Louisa: Scott, don't cry. It'll be okay.
Jack: Who knew a broken microwave could be so traumatic? Aren't they just meaningless objects of attachment?
Scott: Yeah, but they make life so much easier!
Louisa: My dad cried when our barbecue broke. We'd only used it twice in ten years.
Jack: Serious?
Louisa: To you, eating is just reverse-vomiting...but to some people, it's a way of life
Louisa: What’s up?
Jack: His microwave broke
Louisa: Oh dear. Can’t you get a new one?
Scott: Next week. When Em gets paid.
Louisa: Well until then, you're welcome to come use mine
Scott: Thanks, but I can’t cook with people watching
Louisa: At least you've still got the gas oven
Scott: Had it taken out after...well, you know
Jack: I’ve got something that’ll cheer you up
Scott: A grill?
Jack: Nope – a bendy straw!
Scott: So what?
Jack: You like straws, remember?
Scott: That was just talk. This is life.
Jack: Did I tell you I'm writing the musical now? They rejected Wallace's script.
Scott starts crying
Louisa: Scott, don't cry. It'll be okay.
Jack: Who knew a broken microwave could be so traumatic? Aren't they just meaningless objects of attachment?
Scott: Yeah, but they make life so much easier!
Louisa: My dad cried when our barbecue broke. We'd only used it twice in ten years.
Jack: Serious?
Louisa: To you, eating is just reverse-vomiting...but to some people, it's a way of life
Bus LV
Louisa: Let’s play a game
Scott: I’m all Snapped out
Louisa: Let’s play a little game called ‘I Wonder What Lizzie Is Doing’
Jack: I knew you were reading my private notebook! ‘Feeling the binding’ – worst excuse ever.
Scott: I bet Lizzie’s...fighting aliens
Jack: No, see, you haven’t read the rules. It has to be plausible. She could never be fighting aliens – teaching aliens the futility of war, maybe, but never fighting them.
Louisa: Can she be in bed with her hunky musician boyfriend who isn’t you?
Jack: Clearly you aren’t mature enough for this game
Scott: I’m all Snapped out
Louisa: Let’s play a little game called ‘I Wonder What Lizzie Is Doing’
Jack: I knew you were reading my private notebook! ‘Feeling the binding’ – worst excuse ever.
Scott: I bet Lizzie’s...fighting aliens
Jack: No, see, you haven’t read the rules. It has to be plausible. She could never be fighting aliens – teaching aliens the futility of war, maybe, but never fighting them.
Louisa: Can she be in bed with her hunky musician boyfriend who isn’t you?
Jack: Clearly you aren’t mature enough for this game
Bus LIII
Louisa: I can't believe Mr Gogol died
Scott: Who's Mr Gogol?
Louisa: Our headteacher!
Scott: The guy who dresses as a bat?
Louisa: I don't think that's a real person, Scott
Scott: Who's Mr Gogol?
Louisa: Our headteacher!
Scott: The guy who dresses as a bat?
Louisa: I don't think that's a real person, Scott
Bus LIV
Louisa: Just entered the funeral raffle
Jack: There’s a raffle?
Louisa: Yeah, for tickets. The marching band is gonna play and everything.
Jack: I thought Mr Gogol hated the marching band. Didn’t he try and retract their funding?
Louisa: I doubt funerals were really his scene either, so what’s your problem?
Jack: There’s a raffle?
Louisa: Yeah, for tickets. The marching band is gonna play and everything.
Jack: I thought Mr Gogol hated the marching band. Didn’t he try and retract their funding?
Louisa: I doubt funerals were really his scene either, so what’s your problem?
Bus LII
Jack: God, I hate school uniforms. Wish we had Mufti every day.
Louisa: Only yesterday you said how much you hate Mufti Days!
Jack: Yeah, I hate them cos they’re the exception. Feeling comfortable shouldn’t be some special end-of-term treat.
Louisa: I think they’re best as an occasional thing. Uniform helps the poor kids hide.
Jack: You’re right. Out of sight, out of mind. That works for me.
Louisa: Only yesterday you said how much you hate Mufti Days!
Jack: Yeah, I hate them cos they’re the exception. Feeling comfortable shouldn’t be some special end-of-term treat.
Louisa: I think they’re best as an occasional thing. Uniform helps the poor kids hide.
Jack: You’re right. Out of sight, out of mind. That works for me.
Bus LI
Louisa: Skiver
Jack: You know my policy on Mufti Days. Why should I have to pay a pound for the privilege of wearing my own clothes?
Louisa: Because it goes to charity?
Jack: Forced donations are worse than no donations at all. It’s dirty money.
Louisa: I’m sure the starving orphans share that sentiment
Jack: You know my policy on Mufti Days. Why should I have to pay a pound for the privilege of wearing my own clothes?
Louisa: Because it goes to charity?
Jack: Forced donations are worse than no donations at all. It’s dirty money.
Louisa: I’m sure the starving orphans share that sentiment
Bus XLIX
Louisa is reading a magazine
Louisa: Wanna come see Fruit with me?
Jack: I've got some at home, thanks
Louisa: They're a girl group, fool. Says here they're touring.
Jack: You know my stance on commercial music
Louisa: How about you, Scott?
Scott: I'm there!
Jack: Thought you only listened to bluegrass?
Scott: I'm branching out
Louisa: Wanna come see Fruit with me?
Jack: I've got some at home, thanks
Louisa: They're a girl group, fool. Says here they're touring.
Jack: You know my stance on commercial music
Louisa: How about you, Scott?
Scott: I'm there!
Jack: Thought you only listened to bluegrass?
Scott: I'm branching out
Bus L
Louisa: New phone?
Jack: Yep
Louisa: Text me your number
Jack: Will do. Not yet though.
Louisa: Why’s that?
Jack: I want a few days to enjoy my phone before people start contacting me and ruin it
Jack: Yep
Louisa: Text me your number
Jack: Will do. Not yet though.
Louisa: Why’s that?
Jack: I want a few days to enjoy my phone before people start contacting me and ruin it
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