Effy Stonem : Love, love, love... what is it good for? Absolutely nothing.
Effy Stonem : You don't understand, do you, Ton? As long as the phone keeps ringing, she's still there.
Madame Deluca : And what emotion have you chosen to depict?
Effy Stonem : Anger, Jealousy, Bitterness, Tiredness, Hope, Lust, Love.
Madame Deluca : A veritable feast. So where is it?
Effy Stonem : It's everywhere.
Madame Deluca : My dear girl, I'm not sure I understand.
Effy Stonem : Its conceptual. You just can't see it.
Madame Deluca : Your saying you haven't done it?
Effy Stonem : No I'm saying you can't see it.
Effy Stonem : [about Sid's drawing] Loser isn't an emotion.
Sid Jenkins : It is to me. You think it's shit, don't you?
Effy Stonem : Yes.
Sid Jenkins : I used four biros and I bought them.
[takes them out]
Sid Jenkins : Four. You owe me 79 pence.
[Effy gets up and starts to undress]
Sid Jenkins : Whoa, whoa, whoa, Effy, what're you doing?
Effy Stonem : [while undressing] I'm going out. You've got 24 hours, Sid to produce something that doesn't look like coursework for GCSE spaz.
[goes over to her cupboard and takes out a pallet, paint and brush]
Effy Stonem : Dip your brush in that and don't even think of leaving this room until you've done it.
[sits down on the bed in her underwear]
Sid Jenkins : Listen, I don't think this is working out, yeah? Right, shall we just leave it, okay? I quit.
[Effy begins bouncing on her bed and makes groaning noises; Sid realizes what Effy is doing]
Sid Jenkins : All right. All right! I'm doing it.
[begins painting as Effy puts her dress on]