Four Last Songs (2007)
Rhys Ifans: Dickie
Dickie : I don't know what happens next.
Sebastian Burrows : What happens next... is two lads build a raft, out of anything they can find, but it's all wood, plastic panels... And they lash 'em together. And in the dead of the night, they creep out of the house, and set off down the stream. And they don't know where they're going. They know that dawn will come, and that they're going on this adventure together.
Miranda : So how long are you here for, Dickie?
Dickie : Well if all goes well, for the rest of my life.
Miranda : Wow, that's a commitment. I've been here for seven years, and I love it, you know. There's something about the air that kind of erogenizes you.
Dickie : Hmm. Sounds perfect, have my babies.
Miranda : Actually, I can't have children. Um, I was in New York, got a nasty S.T.D. The doctor said it cut me up and left me sterile, but with a "Jackson Pollack" on my womb. So I'm useless, but decorative. If you like abstract art.