Captain Shakespeare: Yvaine. . .I know what you are. [beat] Have no fear, no-one on this vessel will harm you, but there are plenty who would. Your emotions give you away, Yvaine. You must learn to control them. You’ve been glowing more brightly every day and I think you know why.
Yvaine: Of course I know why I’m glowing. I’m a star! And what the stars do best?
Captain Shakespeare: Well, certainly not the waltz.
Michael Clayton: You’re so fucked.
Karen Crowder: What?
Michael Clayton: You’re fucked.
Karen Crowder: What do you mean?
Michael Clayton: Take a wild guess.
Karen Crowder: I don’t understand.
Michael Clayton: Let me get a picture while I’m at it.
Karen Crowder: You don’t want the money?
Michael Clayton: Keep the money. You’ll need it.
Tony Wilson: Now remember, we are live, so no swearing or they will cut you off.
Rob Gretton: What about “arse”?
Tony Wilson: What?
Rob Gretton: Is “arse” a swear word?
Tony Wilson: It’s a swear word.
Bernard Sumner: No it’s not.
Tony Wilson: Bernard, out there, I know “arse” isn’t a swear word. Here, in TV land, “arse” is most definitely a swear word. You trust me? I know all about swearing and TV. I’m a master of knowing when I can and when I can’t.
Peter Hook: What about “big dog’s cock”? Can you say that?
Tony Wilson: [shakes head] No.
Tom Lefroy: Your ignorance is understandable since you lack. . .What shall we call it? The history?
Jane Austen: Propriety commands me to ignorance.
Tom Lefroy: Condemns you to it and your writing to the status of female accomplishment. If you wish to practice the art of fiction, to be the equal of a masculine author, experience is vital.