- Mason: [after losing his post-it note] Mother fucking, well fucked, viciously fucked, bollocky, bastard, hell! I am viciously fucked!
- [to a lass walking out...]
- Mason: What about you, darling? Unless, of course, you're interested, in which case...
- [gives him the finger]
- Mason: ...you can, no! Well, piss off then! Oh fuck off! Oh Jesus Christ! Oh bollocks!
- Mason: [to Kiffany the waitress] Kiffany! Kiffany? Kiffany, Kiffany, hey! Listen, listen, have you found a little post-it note? A little yellow one with writing on...
- Kiffany: Like the kind you people are always playing with?
- Mason: Yes! Exactly, exactly...
- Kiffany: No. Is this one particularly important?
- Mason: Well, I don't bollockingly well know do I? Jesus Christ I am fucked! Move! Shit, bollocks, fucking bollocks! Okay, well that's it, I am fucking fucked. I am bollocking viciously fucked! Royally fucked I am.