- Bruce Pritchard: Hey, don't cry.There's nothing to cry about.
- Jill Matthews: I'm not.
- Bruce Pritchard: It's no good being in love if it makes you cry.
- Jill Matthews: I'm not crying.
- Bruce Pritchard: I only want to make you happy.
- Jill Matthews: Oh, you do.
- Bruce Pritchard: What?
- Jill Matthews: You do.
- Bruce Pritchard: That's why you're crying? Because you're happy? You're going to be crying for all your married life, then.
- Bruce Pritchard: I hate that bloody Geoffery, 'cause he kissed you before I did.
- Jill Matthews: I didn't know you then, did I?
- Bruce Pritchard: Just as well, you wouldn't have looked at me twice. I'm much nicer a cripple.
- Sarah: Are you a writer?
- Bruce Pritchard: Not really. Trying to be.
- Sarah: What do you write about?
- Bruce Pritchard: This and that.
- Sarah: What, thrillers? Love stories?
- Bruce Pritchard: Why should I write love stories?
- Sarah: People do, you know. Even people in wheelchairs.
- [Mocking abled patrons at a charity event]
- Bruce Pritchard: How fascinating! Some of them can move!
- Jill Matthews: Yes, and they speak, too. That one talked so clearly.
- Bruce Pritchard: Have you noticed, some of them have got five fingers. That bloke over there's got it.
- Jill Matthews: Sad, isn't it? Doctors say five fingers on the hand is almost impossible to cure.
- Bruce Pritchard: Oh, they get it from shaking, you know.
- Jill Matthews: Still, they all look terribly cheerful.
- Bruce Pritchard: Oh yes, some of them are very brave. Imagine, going through life on legs.
- Jill Matthews: Yes, and you'd be surprised how clever they are on those legs, once they get used to them. You know, some of them even dance.
- Bruce Pritchard: How fascinating! Do you think they'll dance for us?
- Jill Matthews: Oh no, they only do that on special occasions. They have to have injections first.
- Bruce Pritchard: What kind of injections?
- Jill Matthews: They inject them with gin.
- Bruce Pritchard: Do you realize I'm twenty-four years old? Feel more like bloody sixty.
- Terry: Aye, you look bloody sixty as well.
- Bruce Pritchard: My looks are the results of my efforts to become a great writer.
- Bruce Pritchard: I'm not getting at you or anything but, have you ever done it with Gladys?
- Harold: No, I never have.
- Bruce Pritchard: With anybody?
- Harold: Not really.
- Bruce Pritchard: What does that mean?
- Harold: Well, you know, not really.
- Bruce Pritchard: Well, you're lucky. It's not that much. It's not that much without love.
- Terry: You alright?
- Bruce Pritchard: 'Course I'm alright. I'm so alright I wish to be alone.
- [Terry leaves, Bruce walks into an elevator and collapses]
- Narrator: [Opening lines - reciting part of the poem In My Craft or Sullen Art by Dylan Thomas] Not for the proud man apart from the raging moon I write on these spindrift pages, nor for the towering dead with their nightingales and psalms, but for the lovers, their arms round the griefs of the ages, who pay no praise or wages, nor heed my craft or art.
- Mr. Latbury: I understand from the vicar that you haven't been inside our church since you arrived here.
- Rev. Corbett: Well, I daresay we shall see him admitted to the kingdom of heaven in the end, Mr. Latbury.
- Bruce Pritchard: No, not me. Deuteronomy, chapter twenty three, verse one, and I quote; He whose testicles are crushed or whose male member is cut off shall not enter the assembly of the lord. That's me, ladies and gentlemen.
Contribute to this page
Suggest an edit or add missing content
