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<blockquote data-quote="James from London" data-source="post: 118430" data-attributes="member: 22"><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Michelle Fowler: When I went to secondary school, it wasn't the done thing to be brainy so I just larked about with the rest of them.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Denise Fox to Ian: There’s nothing wrong with a comp. I went to a comp. You went to a comp.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Ian Beale on Walford High School: All I remember of that school is having my head shoved down the toilet by a gang of bullies and them pulling the chain.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Ian: I used to get picked on when I was at school. I was short, I was spotty, dodgy hair, and it really used to get to me.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Ian: Tom Banks made my life a living hell.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Mark Fowler: That was just kids' stuff. You two didn't get on.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Ian: It wasn't your head he used to shove down the khazi. No, he hated me.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Ian on himself and Tom: We hated each other.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Ian: When you're a kid, you're given a set of rules and you think that's the only set of rules, and you think that if you're playing by those rules, then everybody else is — but it's not like that when you're a kid. It's a "big dog eats little dog" world and if they think they can get away with flushing your head down the toilet, then they're going to do it every day.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Tom Banks: Ian's nickname [was] Little Squeal — Squeal Beale. When he's in the headlock, you could hear him from the science block.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Ian on Tom: Nasty piece of work, always has been.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pauline Fowler on Tom: He was always the same when he was in school, just out for himself.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Mark on Tom: He was a bit wild when I was a kid, a bit over the top.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pauline on Tom: That boy was a bully — all the nasty things he used to do to Ian and I don't remember you [Mark] sticking up for him.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Ian: Don't you remember what it was like being little? Can't you remember just being scared of being scared? It took me a long time and a lot of nicked dinner money and a couple of really good people sticking up for me, made me realise that there's worse feelings in this life than fear.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Rose Cotton: After everything I’ve done ...</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Andrew Cotton: And what’s that, this “everything", eh? Stealing my dinner money, poking your bony old beak into everything?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Andrew on Rose: She always was an interfering old bag.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Ian on himself as an eleven year old: You show me a room full of kids, I’d have been the one sat in the corner all on me own. That is, until we went to this one party, and I remember it really well because Mum took us and everyone was there — there was Mark and there was Michelle, Sharon, Kelvin — and they all went outside to play, and I knew that if I went out there as well and joined in, I’d be one of the gang and that would be that, but I also knew that if I stayed inside on my own, that would be that too. I wouldn’t really be one of them. So I joined in.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Kat Moon: When we were kids, me and Lynne used to go to a party every other week just so Mum could get us out from under her feet. We used to get so bored that we used to sit in the corner and guess what all the grownups were thinking.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Alfie Moon: Probably thinking, “You couldn’t pass the gin instead of a parcel, could you?”</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Kat: Or, “What an ugly kid!”</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Tom to Pauline: When I was a kid and I couldn't talk to Mum and Dad, I used to come around here [the Fowler house], talk to you.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Bianca Butcher: Where did we go [on school trips] in our day?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Kat Moon: Can’t remember. I was always bunking off.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Bianca: Yeah, and me.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Anthony Trueman: You used to play truant from a nice warm school [to sit on a cold park bench]? You must have really hated school.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Kat: No, I didn't hate it. I was just never any good at it.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Anthony: I always used to take refuge in my books.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Kat: I bet you had loads of books all stacked up round your desk. And all the other kids used to chuck things at you.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Anthony: Yeah well, I decided if I couldn't fit in, at least I'd do well.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Kat: So was you picked on then?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Anthony: A bit.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Kat: I never could stand bullies.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Anthony: Me neither.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Kat: Then I turned into one.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Jack Branning on dealing with bullies: “Thump him.” It was Dad’s answer to everything, but he’d have a go at us as soon as we got into trouble. It was stupid.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Max Branning: When I was little, the best days off school were always the ones I was pretending to be ill.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Michelle: When I was ill, [Pauline] used to tuck me up on the sofa and I used to talk to her while she did the housework. And sometimes I'd pretend to be ill. Used to drive her mad. She could never tell when I was pretending or really sick.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Arthur Fowler to Pauline: Look at Michelle when she had her tonsils out. I made you send her to school because I thought she was trying to get out of doing some test or other.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pauline: I felt awful. The school nurse didn't half give me a telling off.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Arthur: I didn't know that.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pauline: Yeah well, I didn't want to upset you. I don't know why I thought it would upset you, but I did.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Arthur: It would have upset me. I'd have gone and given her a good talking to.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pauline: We did the same thing with Mark when he came down with measles. We thought he didn't want to come to Aunty Betty's with us.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Lou Beale: Shirley in Billericay, her Paul's the same age as Mark. You remember Chas's wedding in Columbia Road? Paul and Mark were getting on like a house on fire. They wrote HELP on the bottom of Chas's shoe and when they knelt down in the church, we could all see.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Roxy Mitchell: When I was little, I used to think churches were really sad places because they surrounded by gravestones.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Michelle: I used to fancy my mum's insurance bloke. He used to come round every Friday. Sex on legs he was.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Sharon: How old were you?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Michelle: Eleven.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Michelle's first love letter: "Dear Michelle, see you next week after Scouts. SWALK, Robin."</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Shirley: I slept with a scout once. Very good with knots, I seem to remember.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Michelle: You were the first one to wear a bra, weren't you?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Sharon: Don't remind me. I used to get home from school and my back would be red raw from everyone pinging me bra strap all day. Great chat up line that was, "Hello, darling - ping!"</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Grant on Sam: I remember when she used to wear her hair in pigtails and wore vests.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Little Mo: I just wanted to be a mum really, even when I was little. I used to make up these stories in me head, you know, where I was sitting by a fire on a winter's night — had to be a real fire — and the kids would be tucked up in bed all safe and sound, and their dad would be sitting opposite me in his chair.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Little Mo: I always knew I was going to be a mum.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Carol Jackson to Bianca: I spent half my life looking after you. Changed your nappies, wiped away your tears.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Bianca Jackson: So when was the best bit [of motherhood] for you then?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Carol: When you was tiny, before you could all answer back.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Robbie Jackson: Me and Bianca [grew] up with nothing.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Bianca: We've never gone without. Anything that was important, we had it.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Carol, holding up a toy rabbit: Remember that?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Bianca: Pinky!</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Carol, holding a bit of tatty woollen material: Oh look, the last piece of Robbie's bla-bla. You know, I didn't dare go anywhere without that.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Bianca: Yeah and the smellier it got, the more he loved it.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Carol: I know.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Carol: You were so jealous of Robbie, I caught you once spooning jam down the back of his neck.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Bianca: It wasn't me, it wasn't!</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Sonia Jackson on the hat and the shoe in Monopoly: Robbie ate them.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Robbie: My dad never hit you?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Carol: No, I got to give Gary that. He never hit me — sleep with thirteen year old girls, fourteen year olds, fifteen year olds, and if he had to, sixteen year olds — but no, he never hit me. He'd buy them things like a gym slip, or a pencil case maybe, and if he really liked them, he'd get them nice pretty little dollies — while he gave me a couple of quid to feed you and Bianca. We were struggling to make ends meet while his bits on the side were getting their annual subscriptions to Jackie.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Robbie: Did he run off?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Carol: Yeah. He took a shine to a girl even younger than I was. Never seen him since.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Gary Bolton: I was still wild. The last thing I wanted to do was settle down. I certainly didn't want to be a dad.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Robbie: And that's the only reason you left?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Gary: Yeah.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Robbie: Nothing to do with me?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Gary: How could it be? I loved you. The simple truth is I couldn't hack it. Some people could, but I couldn't.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Robbie: How old was I [when] you left?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Gary: It was two weeks before your first birthday.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Robbie: And you met someone else?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Gary: Not really.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Robbie: That's a yes then.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Gary to Robbie on a Dinky toy: I brought it round on the morning of your first birthday. Carol wouldn't let me give it to you. It's only a toy car. Cost me ten bob down the Roman Road.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Robbie on Gary's son Kevin: He's only a year younger than me.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Gary: That's right.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Robbie: But you said the only reason you left was because you weren't ready to be a dad.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Gary: And that's true.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Robbie: But you were a few months later. When you came round on my first birthday, you must have had him then.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Gary: Yeah, I did.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Robbie: So you left me and went back to being his dad?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Gary: Your mum wouldn't let me see you. It wouldn't have worked.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Jim Branning to Robbie: I shall never forget the state he [Gary] left your mother in.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Carol: The only good thing about Gary is he managed to get us a council place.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Carol: I didn’t get so much as a sniff of maintenance from most of my kids’ dads.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Robbie: You did love them, didn't you — my dad, Sonia's dad?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Carol: Yeah, I did. Well, I thought I did. It's just something you think when you're young and stupid.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Carol to Bianca and Robbie: Do you see why I didn't tell you about [your fathers]? I know I've not been the best mum in the world, I know that, but I've always fed and clothed you and that's what I thought was important. Your fathers were my mistakes, not yours. I never wanted you to know all that.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Robbie on his father: I've had this picture of him in my head ever since I can remember.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Gary: Things looked up for me when I left London.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">AJ Ahmed: Mas saw “Empire [Strikes Back]” eighteen times.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Tamwar, Masood’s son: Dad?!</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">AJ: Yeah. Who'd you think took me?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Tamwar: You were a “Star Wars” fan! You were a geek!</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Masood: I was never a geek.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Tamwar: Dad, I think anyone who watches “Empire” eighteen times qualifies as a geek.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Max Branning: Jedi battle, Christmas 1980. I reckon I had you there.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Jack Branning: Yeah well, that was a one off.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Jack to Max: I nutted you.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Alfie Moon: You want overexcited? My nana, right, she used to put the decorations up in November. By Christmas, we were ready to explode.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Jake Moon: Whenever we did the [Christmas] tree, what did we used to do?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Alfie Moon: We stole Nana’s booze!</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Alfie to Nana Moon: You always put the angel on top of the tree. It’s always the last decoration. You always [did] it — tradition.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Alfie to Jake: You’ve been selfish all your life. After everything Nana’s done for you — you and Danny. She was there for you, gave you trips to the seaside, all those Christmases. She gave you things you can remember.</span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="James from London, post: 118430, member: 22"] [SIZE=5]Michelle Fowler: When I went to secondary school, it wasn't the done thing to be brainy so I just larked about with the rest of them. Denise Fox to Ian: There’s nothing wrong with a comp. I went to a comp. You went to a comp. Ian Beale on Walford High School: All I remember of that school is having my head shoved down the toilet by a gang of bullies and them pulling the chain. Ian: I used to get picked on when I was at school. I was short, I was spotty, dodgy hair, and it really used to get to me. Ian: Tom Banks made my life a living hell. Mark Fowler: That was just kids' stuff. You two didn't get on. Ian: It wasn't your head he used to shove down the khazi. No, he hated me. Ian on himself and Tom: We hated each other. Ian: When you're a kid, you're given a set of rules and you think that's the only set of rules, and you think that if you're playing by those rules, then everybody else is — but it's not like that when you're a kid. It's a "big dog eats little dog" world and if they think they can get away with flushing your head down the toilet, then they're going to do it every day. Tom Banks: Ian's nickname [was] Little Squeal — Squeal Beale. When he's in the headlock, you could hear him from the science block. Ian on Tom: Nasty piece of work, always has been. Pauline Fowler on Tom: He was always the same when he was in school, just out for himself. Mark on Tom: He was a bit wild when I was a kid, a bit over the top. Pauline on Tom: That boy was a bully — all the nasty things he used to do to Ian and I don't remember you [Mark] sticking up for him. Ian: Don't you remember what it was like being little? Can't you remember just being scared of being scared? It took me a long time and a lot of nicked dinner money and a couple of really good people sticking up for me, made me realise that there's worse feelings in this life than fear. Rose Cotton: After everything I’ve done ... Andrew Cotton: And what’s that, this “everything", eh? Stealing my dinner money, poking your bony old beak into everything? Andrew on Rose: She always was an interfering old bag. Ian on himself as an eleven year old: You show me a room full of kids, I’d have been the one sat in the corner all on me own. That is, until we went to this one party, and I remember it really well because Mum took us and everyone was there — there was Mark and there was Michelle, Sharon, Kelvin — and they all went outside to play, and I knew that if I went out there as well and joined in, I’d be one of the gang and that would be that, but I also knew that if I stayed inside on my own, that would be that too. I wouldn’t really be one of them. So I joined in. Kat Moon: When we were kids, me and Lynne used to go to a party every other week just so Mum could get us out from under her feet. We used to get so bored that we used to sit in the corner and guess what all the grownups were thinking. Alfie Moon: Probably thinking, “You couldn’t pass the gin instead of a parcel, could you?” Kat: Or, “What an ugly kid!” Tom to Pauline: When I was a kid and I couldn't talk to Mum and Dad, I used to come around here [the Fowler house], talk to you. Bianca Butcher: Where did we go [on school trips] in our day? Kat Moon: Can’t remember. I was always bunking off. Bianca: Yeah, and me. Anthony Trueman: You used to play truant from a nice warm school [to sit on a cold park bench]? You must have really hated school. Kat: No, I didn't hate it. I was just never any good at it. Anthony: I always used to take refuge in my books. Kat: I bet you had loads of books all stacked up round your desk. And all the other kids used to chuck things at you. Anthony: Yeah well, I decided if I couldn't fit in, at least I'd do well. Kat: So was you picked on then? Anthony: A bit. Kat: I never could stand bullies. Anthony: Me neither. Kat: Then I turned into one. Jack Branning on dealing with bullies: “Thump him.” It was Dad’s answer to everything, but he’d have a go at us as soon as we got into trouble. It was stupid. Max Branning: When I was little, the best days off school were always the ones I was pretending to be ill. Michelle: When I was ill, [Pauline] used to tuck me up on the sofa and I used to talk to her while she did the housework. And sometimes I'd pretend to be ill. Used to drive her mad. She could never tell when I was pretending or really sick. Arthur Fowler to Pauline: Look at Michelle when she had her tonsils out. I made you send her to school because I thought she was trying to get out of doing some test or other. Pauline: I felt awful. The school nurse didn't half give me a telling off. Arthur: I didn't know that. Pauline: Yeah well, I didn't want to upset you. I don't know why I thought it would upset you, but I did. Arthur: It would have upset me. I'd have gone and given her a good talking to. Pauline: We did the same thing with Mark when he came down with measles. We thought he didn't want to come to Aunty Betty's with us. Lou Beale: Shirley in Billericay, her Paul's the same age as Mark. You remember Chas's wedding in Columbia Road? Paul and Mark were getting on like a house on fire. They wrote HELP on the bottom of Chas's shoe and when they knelt down in the church, we could all see. Roxy Mitchell: When I was little, I used to think churches were really sad places because they surrounded by gravestones. Michelle: I used to fancy my mum's insurance bloke. He used to come round every Friday. Sex on legs he was. Sharon: How old were you? Michelle: Eleven. Michelle's first love letter: "Dear Michelle, see you next week after Scouts. SWALK, Robin." Shirley: I slept with a scout once. Very good with knots, I seem to remember. Michelle: You were the first one to wear a bra, weren't you? Sharon: Don't remind me. I used to get home from school and my back would be red raw from everyone pinging me bra strap all day. Great chat up line that was, "Hello, darling - ping!" Grant on Sam: I remember when she used to wear her hair in pigtails and wore vests. Little Mo: I just wanted to be a mum really, even when I was little. I used to make up these stories in me head, you know, where I was sitting by a fire on a winter's night — had to be a real fire — and the kids would be tucked up in bed all safe and sound, and their dad would be sitting opposite me in his chair. Little Mo: I always knew I was going to be a mum. Carol Jackson to Bianca: I spent half my life looking after you. Changed your nappies, wiped away your tears. Bianca Jackson: So when was the best bit [of motherhood] for you then? Carol: When you was tiny, before you could all answer back. Robbie Jackson: Me and Bianca [grew] up with nothing. Bianca: We've never gone without. Anything that was important, we had it. Carol, holding up a toy rabbit: Remember that? Bianca: Pinky! Carol, holding a bit of tatty woollen material: Oh look, the last piece of Robbie's bla-bla. You know, I didn't dare go anywhere without that. Bianca: Yeah and the smellier it got, the more he loved it. Carol: I know. Carol: You were so jealous of Robbie, I caught you once spooning jam down the back of his neck. Bianca: It wasn't me, it wasn't! Sonia Jackson on the hat and the shoe in Monopoly: Robbie ate them. Robbie: My dad never hit you? Carol: No, I got to give Gary that. He never hit me — sleep with thirteen year old girls, fourteen year olds, fifteen year olds, and if he had to, sixteen year olds — but no, he never hit me. He'd buy them things like a gym slip, or a pencil case maybe, and if he really liked them, he'd get them nice pretty little dollies — while he gave me a couple of quid to feed you and Bianca. We were struggling to make ends meet while his bits on the side were getting their annual subscriptions to Jackie. Robbie: Did he run off? Carol: Yeah. He took a shine to a girl even younger than I was. Never seen him since. Gary Bolton: I was still wild. The last thing I wanted to do was settle down. I certainly didn't want to be a dad. Robbie: And that's the only reason you left? Gary: Yeah. Robbie: Nothing to do with me? Gary: How could it be? I loved you. The simple truth is I couldn't hack it. Some people could, but I couldn't. Robbie: How old was I [when] you left? Gary: It was two weeks before your first birthday. Robbie: And you met someone else? Gary: Not really. Robbie: That's a yes then. Gary to Robbie on a Dinky toy: I brought it round on the morning of your first birthday. Carol wouldn't let me give it to you. It's only a toy car. Cost me ten bob down the Roman Road. Robbie on Gary's son Kevin: He's only a year younger than me. Gary: That's right. Robbie: But you said the only reason you left was because you weren't ready to be a dad. Gary: And that's true. Robbie: But you were a few months later. When you came round on my first birthday, you must have had him then. Gary: Yeah, I did. Robbie: So you left me and went back to being his dad? Gary: Your mum wouldn't let me see you. It wouldn't have worked. Jim Branning to Robbie: I shall never forget the state he [Gary] left your mother in. Carol: The only good thing about Gary is he managed to get us a council place. Carol: I didn’t get so much as a sniff of maintenance from most of my kids’ dads. Robbie: You did love them, didn't you — my dad, Sonia's dad? Carol: Yeah, I did. Well, I thought I did. It's just something you think when you're young and stupid. Carol to Bianca and Robbie: Do you see why I didn't tell you about [your fathers]? I know I've not been the best mum in the world, I know that, but I've always fed and clothed you and that's what I thought was important. Your fathers were my mistakes, not yours. I never wanted you to know all that. Robbie on his father: I've had this picture of him in my head ever since I can remember. Gary: Things looked up for me when I left London. AJ Ahmed: Mas saw “Empire [Strikes Back]” eighteen times. Tamwar, Masood’s son: Dad?! AJ: Yeah. Who'd you think took me? Tamwar: You were a “Star Wars” fan! You were a geek! Masood: I was never a geek. Tamwar: Dad, I think anyone who watches “Empire” eighteen times qualifies as a geek. Max Branning: Jedi battle, Christmas 1980. I reckon I had you there. Jack Branning: Yeah well, that was a one off. Jack to Max: I nutted you. Alfie Moon: You want overexcited? My nana, right, she used to put the decorations up in November. By Christmas, we were ready to explode. Jake Moon: Whenever we did the [Christmas] tree, what did we used to do? Alfie Moon: We stole Nana’s booze! Alfie to Nana Moon: You always put the angel on top of the tree. It’s always the last decoration. You always [did] it — tradition. Alfie to Jake: You’ve been selfish all your life. After everything Nana’s done for you — you and Danny. She was there for you, gave you trips to the seaside, all those Christmases. She gave you things you can remember.[/SIZE] [/QUOTE]
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