- Pierce: And, I just want to say now before we get into this, that you are being very critical of pretty much everything I'm coming up with right now, and that's making it a bit hard, I have to say. Just a bit. And I would really appreciate any kind of support, or indeed presence, that you could muster so I didn't feel like I was trudging in a void, like a fucking ghost, alone. Ok? Cheers.
- [first lines]
- Director: So, what's going on?
- Mark: I get to start? It's um, it's good, it was good. I, I got you a copy on DVD. And it's one of those medical... drama... hospital things.
- Director: Concerned neighbor. This the part here?
- Casting Assistant: Yeah.
- Director: Doesn't really matter whether he looks like, does it?
- Mark: I was going to say, uh, I really like the script.
- Director: It's a good script.
- Director: [phone rings] Okay thank you...
- Casting Assistant: Great, thanks Martin.
- Mark: Mark.
- Pierce: Can you please just tell this woman what has happened in this flat, okay? And, I'm going to make tea. I'm going to make tea.
- Jack: Hello Pierce. Smart. Did you get my letter?
- Pierce: Look, you're supposed to send this shit to me, okay? It's the law. So whenever I appeal whatever the fuck you're on about which I will...
- Jack: Ah, really? I never had you down as a lawyer, Pierce, hm? A complete and utter waste of space, a boozer, somebody who likes the horses, but... never had you down as a lawyer, son.
- Pierce: Y-you fucking register this... legal envelope otherwise it's... nix... felicitat! Okay? And... and you fucking send it to me. Here, here.
- [grabs coins out of pocket and throws them at Jack]
- Pierce: Put that towards it. Leave me alone.