Quentin: So. . .expelled?
‘Young’ Carl: That’s right.
Quentin: What for?
‘Young’ Carl: I suppose smoking was the clincher.
Quentin: Drugs or cigarettes?
‘Young’ Carl: Well, both.
Quentin: Well done! Proud of you. So your mum sent you here in the hope that a little bracing sea air would sort you out?
‘Young’ Carl: Something like that.
Quentin: Spectacular mistake.