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<blockquote data-quote="James from London" data-source="post: 120399" data-attributes="member: 22"><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Suzy Branning on Tanya: My sister-in-law always was a hypocritical cow. I never liked her, not from the first time Max brought her home. I knew right away what kind of woman she was, a right little gold digger.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Derek Branning to Max: When you first brought Tanya round for Sunday lunch, she didn’t eat the fat on her lamb. You know what Mother said to me afterwards, after you took her home? She said, “High maintenance.” She said to me, “Derek, watch her. Any girl that far up herself will cause wars in a family like this.”</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Jack Branning on Tanya: The evil little eighteen year old that stole my brother off Rachel.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Jack on Rachel: You remember her? A lovely woman who you two [Tanya and Max] ruined.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Tanya on Jack: When I think how he was when Max and I got together ...</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Jane Beale: Jealous, probably.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Tanya: I’ve never thought of him that way.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Max on Jack: He wanted to [pounce] from the first moment he saw you.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Tanya (sarcastically): Love of his life, was I, right from way back then — the one and only?! Because there’s been a fair few of them over the years for your brother.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Max: You were the prize.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Jack to Tanya: I always had you down as half-decent.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Rachel to Bradley: "Me and you [from now on],” that’s what you said a few months after your father left.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Rachel to Max: Bradley would say, “It’s me and you now,” and I’d say, “That’s OK, that’s enough,” but it wasn’t. I hid it from him as best I could, but the truth was I missed you, Max, every minute of every day. So did he. I could see the look on his face — down by the school, out in the park, watching the other kids with their dads. The truth was he needed his father like I needed my husband.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Dean Wicks: You’ve no idea how long I’ve waited for my mum. Years I’ve spent dreaming and thinking about who she was, passing people on the tube and wondering if that was her. All the time, in the back of my head, I was hoping that one day, one of those passing women might stop and come over and say that she was my mum. So I waited and I waited.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Dean: Home time at school, I was always the last to leave. I used to stay behind, watch the other mums, just hope she would be there one day too.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pat on Dean: He spent his childhood getting over what [Shirley] done to him.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Dean on himself: A stupid little boy that used to think his mum loved him.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Danielle Jones on the possibility of meeting her real mother: All these years, hoping.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Dean: I never called anybody Mum.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Bradley: My dad never gave me anything.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Bradley to Max: I couldn’t ask you for a train set, could I? I couldn’t ask you to see me get my badges at cubs. No, I couldn’t ask you, Dad, because you weren’t there.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Bianca: I used to be a girl guide, didn't I?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Tiffany: No, you weren't.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Bianca: Well, I nearly was.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Robbie Jackson: I was in the cubs, all waggle woggle and dib dib dib.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Robbie: I did karate as a kid.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">George Palmer: Did you get any belts?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Robbie: Not exactly.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Sonia: I used to play tennis with my brother Robbie. He wasn’t very good and I always used to beat him.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Robbie: I won an under fifteens' drawing competition once.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Kim Fox: I represented the county once in the shot-put, sixteen and under.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Denise Fox: She was as wide as she was short.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Kim: You are looking at the former under-seventeens national bogling champion.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Bianca: For as far back as I can remember, you’ve always said, “Don’t do I do — study, see the world, have a life.“</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Carol Jackson: Yeah, so what did you do?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Bianca: Left school, no qualifications.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Bianca: When I was sixteen, I thought I was going to be discovered. I thought I was going to be the next Vivienne Westwood or something.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Kim Fox: I promised Mum I was going to be something.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Bianca: I remember my first job — on the estate, on the knocker, selling mops. It was the best job I ever had.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Natalie Price: I had a Saturday job in a hairdressers once, strictly sweeping the floors, only I got the sack. There was this old lady and she came in to have her hair dyed, only it came out orange. I was talking to one of the other girls and I told her she looked like a carrot, only the old bat overheard and the manageress dispensed with my services. I wouldn't have minded only she did look like a carrot. I wouldn't have made it [as a hairdresser] anyway. You got to have nice hair yourself.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Afia Kahn: My mum used to [trim my hair]. She said our hair was our crowning glory. I’d sit on her lap and she’d plait it, whisper silly jokes in my ear. We’d spend ages choosing which coloured bobbles to wear.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Jean to Stacey: You used to hate having your hair washed. You’d scream the place down if you got a bit of soap in your eyes. You always had lovely hair though, dark as a raven. Like Snow White.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Stacey: My mum bought me one of those toys when I was a kid — you know, the head that you can style the hair on.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Tiffany: You should have seen my brother when I dyed my hair blonde once. He said I looked like a mutated Marilyn Monroe. He went mad, made me dye it back to black straightaway. Nearly ruined me hair.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Tiffany: My dad [wanted me to stay in education], but if [parents] think school's so great, why did they get out as soon as they could?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Terry Raymond: Best thing you can do is study what's in those books, learn it, pass your exams and make something of yourself in the world. That's what I used to tell my kids.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Janine Butcher: Did they listen?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Terry: What, Tiffany and Simon? Of course they didn't.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Alfie Moon: You got an O Level woodwork, ain't you, Jake?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Jake Moon: Metalwork.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Alfie: What about you, Danny?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Danny Moon: Just maths, physics and chemistry, I'm afraid.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Alfie: Oh, shut up!</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Anthony Trueman: Do you know how many years I had to study to become a doctor? Have you any idea the sacrifices that were made for me?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Paul Trueman: Do you know what it takes to become a doctor from a family like ours? First you lose all your mates at school — and all the kids that didn't get as many O Levels as you, well, they chuck your books in the canal, bully you on the bus. And then you go to med school — for five years, mind, not three — and you're there with kids that come from eight generations of doctors and they think you're scum.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Audrey Trueman on Anthony: He studied very hard to [become a doctor]. All those years of hard work and education.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Anthony to Audrey: It [was] all down to you.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Paul on Audrey: She scrimped and saved, took on extra jobs, gave up any sort of social life. Well, there wasn't the extra money, see, not with Anthony not working, not with having to find college fees and books.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Patrick Trueman: My Anthony couldn’t have made it through medical school without his student grant.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Libby Fox: Which university did your son go to?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Patrick: Durham. I don’t know where he got his brains from, though.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Kat: Why did you become a doctor?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Anthony: Just interested in the human body, I suppose.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Kat: So it weren't because of all them nurses then, you know, wandering around in them little uniforms? I thought all men were supposed to be turned on by that.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Anthony: I hadn't really thought about it.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Sean Slater: I was a little kid playing doctors and nurses. Did you ever play that?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Tanya: No.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Sean: I bet you did.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Audrey on Anthony: He hasn't had much time for a social life.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Patricia, Anthony's college friend: Those parties at medical school, those were wild times. And this man here was one of the worst ringleaders, weren't you, Tony?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Anthony: They used to call me [Tony] at college.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Patricia: You were so drunk you ended up snogging the college slapper.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Anthony: Who?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Patricia: Oh, whats her name - the one that ended up in Obs & Gynae.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Anthony: Miriam Golding?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Patricia: Yes. All over you like a rash!</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Anthony: At the third year ball?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Patricia: You don't remember any of it?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Anthony: No!</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Patricia to Anthony: Tequila slammers? No wonder I couldn't walk!</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Patrick on Anthony and Patricia: Didn't the both of you used to have a little ting going?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Anthony: We did go out once. It was years ago. We were students.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Patricia: What were we like, eh?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Anthony: Arrogant, fearless, stupid.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Patricia: You're so immature and unformed at that age.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Patrick: My Anthony went and become a doctor. I wasn’t there then, didn’t have the chance to help him.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Patrick: The day I heard me son qualified as a doctor in England, man I tell you, I was the proudest man on this earth.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Billy: I got a second cousin what graduated. Got an honours degree. Calls himself Cheryl now.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Tony Hills: There used to be kids in my class [who were bad at spelling and grammar]. I used to help them out for a price. I used my brain. I earned a fortune.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Troy Harvey on Tony: I was at school with him. He was in my brother Wilf's year, but we became mates.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Nigel Bates: Tony Hills once helped build the sets for his school play.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Polly Becker: I bet you were a real goody goody at school.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Tony: When I left, they put a brass plaque with my name on it outside the headmaster's room.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Irene: Beats me where you get it from.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Tony: What?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Irene: Brains. You and Sarah. Must be my side.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Dot on Bradley: Heaven knows where he got [his intelligence and ambition] from.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Jim: Not from his father, that’s for sure.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Troy: I didn't even get any GCSEs.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Sarah Hills: Not because you weren't bright enough though. I remember Tony and you at school. You were exactly the same, all brains and no staying power.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Sarah: Tony tried to cook us a meal once. He set every smoke alarm in the house off. I think he was being a bit too adventurous. He wanted some money for a new jacket and he was trying to get round Dad.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Tony: Have you always known you're gay?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Simon Raymond: Yeah, but I didn't want to admit it to myself.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Tony: You mean you didn't want to be?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Simon: I didn't have a choice.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Tony: Have you ever had a girlfriend?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Simon: No. I always knew what I wanted.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Tony: We used to be able to talk to Dad, didn't we?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Sarah: Talk about what?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Tony: I don't know. Just things.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Kevin Wicks to his daughter Carly: We used to talk, me and you.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Simon on coming out as gay to his father: I never faced that one.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Simon on coming out as gay to Tiffany: She was great about it. She said she always knew in a way, but we were close in those days.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Tiffany to Simon: I was always there for you when you needed a shoulder to cry on.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Simon: Me and Tiff used to joke about both of us fancying the same person.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Tiffany: When I went on holiday to Cos, I thought I'd died and gone to heaven.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Natalie: I always wanted to travel, see a bit of the world.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Norman Simmonds: I’ve always wanted to travel, see the Nile and the Sydney Opera House.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Dean Wicks: I’ve always fancied a trip to Australia.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Ronnie to Roxy: You always said you fancied Australia.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Ronnie: These legs have taken me to places you wouldn’t believe.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Roxy: Remember when we were in Chicago and they dyed the river green because of St Patrick’s Day?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Ronnie: Yeah, it looked amazing.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Owen Turner to Libby: I’ve always dreamt of getting away from here — you, me and your mum, going to Spain.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Liz Turner on Owen: Him and [Libby] in Malaga was always his dream.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Owen to Libby: Do you remember visiting your gran? No, you was tiny. I remember, right, you had this little pink sun bonnet that kept coming under your eyes and you couldn’t walk on the sand because it was too hot. We should have gone there when we had the chance.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Charlie Slater: I brought [a bottle of brandy] back from Benidorm in '93.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Harry Slater: We get quite a lot of names in my gaff in Minorca. One of them, he's a game show host. Top bloke as it happens. He said to me, "Harry, how do you do it? You're putting on a show here twenty-four hours a day."</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Harry, mid-anecdote: ... And the next thing, this Spanish copper, he gets his strides off and starts dancing on the table with her!</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Harry, mid-anecdote: ... There they were, the two of them, in the all together on a ten foot diving board, and who should come in but the Chief of Police — and it was only her old man, wasn't it?!</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Nigel Bates: That bit [in "Dumb and Dumber"] where he gets his tongue stuck on a ski lift, I did that once.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Alfie Moon: I used to know these blokes in Marmaris who used to make their own bank notes. Straight up, they used to get the real dosh from the punters, put it in their back pocket; get the fake stuff and put it in the till. A week later, they go along the coast, do the same again.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Billy: What happened to them?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Alfie: They ended up in a Turkish jail. Right horrible it was.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Alfie: I used to know this bloke in Yarmouth who used to nick lunches. Used to get two dozen baguettes and stick them down his shorts. All right, I know it was small time, but he used to get away with it because no-one expects anyone to nick food, do they? And that was it — that was the element of surprise.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Stan Carter, speaking in 2014: Here Elaine, how many years has it been now?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Elaine Peacock: Since I went to Watford — twenty-one?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Tina Carter on Elaine: She didn’t mind serving flat beer and hairy pork scratchings. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Linda: She never!</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Lee Carter: Granddad worked at Billingsgate. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Stan: I did hope that Mick might follow suit, but he had other ideas.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Mick Carter to Elaine: The only reason we know how to run a pub is what we learnt from you.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Kim Fox: I’ve always dreamt of having my own pub.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Big Mo: I made you a birthday cake once.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Zoe Slater: No, you never.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Big Mo: It was a chocolate cake, only I forgot to take it out the oven.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Spencer Moon on Alfie: Last time me and Nana had a party for him, we sang one verse of "Happy Birthday" and he went to bed with a headache.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Spencer to Nana Moon: You always knew how to do a party right, Nan. Do you remember when I was a kid?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Alfie: Full of jelly and ice cream I was!</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Alfie on Spencer: He's got a vivid imagination. He lets his mind run away with things. One time, he thought he was a pirate and we had to keep calling him Spencer Silver Legs.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Jake Moon: That's when he was eight.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Spencer to Alfie: You used to give me pocket money.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Peter to Lorraine Wicks: Do you remember Bolton, those trips to the town centre? Joe running in and out of shops with his pocket money, coming out so excited with some present or another, usually them little pots of smelly stuff for you.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Joe Wicks: It was good then, Pete. We were a real family, weren't we?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Peter: Yeah. Yeah, we were.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Joe on fish finger sandwiches: I used to like them. White bread. Has to be with red sauce and mayonnaise. Me and Karen would come home from school and sit at the kitchen table, and when we finished it was the same every time - "Any more ..."</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Lorraine Wicks: "... for any more?"</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Kat: Little Mo always liked fish fingers, didn't she?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Zoe: Yeah, she always used to leave the edges till last.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Kat: Typical of her, putting off the nice bit.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Rainie: Why’d you leave [the estate]?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Tanya: It wasn’t about you. It was never about you, Ray. There were loads of reasons. You were never one of them. Max got me pregnant for a start.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Rainie: I remember him always coming round here, telling us that we needed insurance for this and that and there was him, not even taking any precautions with you.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Tanya: I remember the first time I got pregnant. It was a stormy night and we’d both been out drinking. We didn’t even make it home!</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Tanya: Lauren come along so quickly.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Max: Left-field, unplanned.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Rainie: If Dad was still around, he’d have had something to say about that.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Tanya: Yeah, I know.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Tanya to Lauren: When I was pregnant with you, that’s when it hit me — unconditional love. It’s like this feeling you get where I would rather be hit by a train than see my little girl in distress.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Tanya: You don’t think about it when you get pregnant, do you? That they’re going to turn into teenagers, be grownups. You don’t realise it’s a lifetime of worry. You wouldn’t do it if you did.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Rainie on Tanya: She went, leaving me alone with my mum and her last ten pound bag [of speed] to make me feel better. Bye-bye, A levels. Bye-bye, university. Bye-bye, life.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Cora: One teenage daughter into drugs, the other running off with someone’s husband.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Tanya to Rainie: Oh of course, because you were only ever drugs because of me, weren’t you, and the reason you never got off the estate was because I left you there with mum and every time you’ve ever been in the gutter, it’s all down to me, right?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Rainie: If things had been different, if things had been the other way round, if it had have been me that had been whisked away by some bloke in a sports car ...</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Tanya: All right, I walked out on you and Mum and yeah, I did start you on the weed and the speed and that. You’re right — maybe you could have gone to university, maybe you could have done something with your life. It’s not like you weren’t offered a dozen chances to get your act together, but you blew it every time. It ain’t heroin you’re addicted to, Rainie. It’s failure. Have you got any idea what it’s been like to watch you wash your life down the plughole?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Tanya to Rainie: What have you ever achieved, eh? I’ll tell you what — nothing. Nothing.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Cora to Tanya: It’s my fault, is it? Rainie and her drugs.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Cora on Rainie’s drug habit: Maybe I didn't fight hard enough early enough.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Cora: We've seen Rainie through every addiction she's ever had.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Cora on parenthood: We’ve all been there — give them everything you’ve got, they throw it back in your face and disappear and you’re left with your memories.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Rainie on her father's put-you-up bed in the living room: Mum left that down here so she didn’t have to go upstairs after a heavy night.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Tanya: Most nights then, eh?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Rainie: Yeah.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Tanya: How could you bear to be around it?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Rainie: Just a bed, isn’t it?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Tanya: No.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Tanya to Max: I [got] butterflies - from the minute you asked me to marry you.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Max: You turned me down first time of asking, didn’t you?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Tanya: Gut instinct.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Tanya: Do you remember the first time I ever asked you to build anything? You come in the kitchen wearing nothing but a tool belt and you went, in that low voice ...</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Max: “I’m your handyman. Is there anything else you need fixing?” And then you sent me up that ladder to fix that bleeding shelf.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Tanya: Yeah. You did a good job actually. I was surprised.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Tanya: Do you remember that time you made a whole loaf of [French toast]?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Max: We stayed in bed all day, worked our way through it.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Lorraine on Karen: She was bright, funny. She always did everything double speed, kind of manic.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">David Wicks: What about school?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Lorraine: She found it pretty easy really. She was clever.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">David: Boyfriends?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Lorraine: A couple. Nothing serious.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">David: What about Peter? Did she get on with him all right?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Lorraine: She loved him, David. They both did.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Joe: Karen had [a kite], didn't she? She lost it in that big conker tree in the park.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Peter: Joe was thirteen. You couldn't tell him anything at the time. Before you know it, he was gone — bang, straight up that tree before anybody could stop him. Lorraine sent me after you [Joe]. We didn't get it, did we?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Joe: No.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Tom Banks: I was scared of heights. I was terrible, I had an awful block, till I discovered one thing — there's nothing you can't talk yourself into.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Libby Fox: You always used to say that was the worst thing - people who were too scared to help themselves.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Owen Turner: Maybe I was stronger then, eh?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">David: Were you happy with Peter?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Lorraine: Yeah, we were. He was worth ten of you.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">David: I've worked really hard in my time. I've worked my guts out. I used to be a financial adviser.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pat Butcher: Are you telling me David ran a company that earned enough for him to pay VAT?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Maria Turner, DSS worker: I suppose so.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">David: This bloke I knew, he told me how he used to fiddle his books. He set up a bogus company and then transferred stuff from one company to the other, you know the sort of thing I mean.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pat: And you thought that was a good idea?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">David: Well, I was in shtuck, weren't I? I had to do something.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pat: But you got caught?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">David: Yeah.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pat: Are you telling me my David's been in prison?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Maria Turner: [He got] six months for VAT fraud.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Dougie Slade on Alfie: He's dodgy, he always has been. I first nicked him when I was in uniform.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Natalie: I grew up in a circus.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Natalie, mid-story: Anyway, so my dad moves back in.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">David: What, with his girlfriend?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Natalie: And the baby.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">David: Blimey. I bet your mum went spare, didn't she?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Natalie: Did she? You could hear her screaming halfway down George Street.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Andrea Price: You think when you have kids, you'll never be lonely. Then they grow up and grow away from you.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Natalie on Andrea: She was always flirting with any bloke she could — making eyes at them, complimenting them, putting me down at the same time. What sort of mum's that?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Andrea to Natalie: Your sister said her [hen night] wouldn't have been the same without me.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Natalie on her father: He forked out for Susie's [wedding].</span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="James from London, post: 120399, member: 22"] [SIZE=5]Suzy Branning on Tanya: My sister-in-law always was a hypocritical cow. I never liked her, not from the first time Max brought her home. I knew right away what kind of woman she was, a right little gold digger. Derek Branning to Max: When you first brought Tanya round for Sunday lunch, she didn’t eat the fat on her lamb. You know what Mother said to me afterwards, after you took her home? She said, “High maintenance.” She said to me, “Derek, watch her. Any girl that far up herself will cause wars in a family like this.” Jack Branning on Tanya: The evil little eighteen year old that stole my brother off Rachel. Jack on Rachel: You remember her? A lovely woman who you two [Tanya and Max] ruined. Tanya on Jack: When I think how he was when Max and I got together ... Jane Beale: Jealous, probably. Tanya: I’ve never thought of him that way. Max on Jack: He wanted to [pounce] from the first moment he saw you. Tanya (sarcastically): Love of his life, was I, right from way back then — the one and only?! Because there’s been a fair few of them over the years for your brother. Max: You were the prize. Jack to Tanya: I always had you down as half-decent. Rachel to Bradley: "Me and you [from now on],” that’s what you said a few months after your father left. Rachel to Max: Bradley would say, “It’s me and you now,” and I’d say, “That’s OK, that’s enough,” but it wasn’t. I hid it from him as best I could, but the truth was I missed you, Max, every minute of every day. So did he. I could see the look on his face — down by the school, out in the park, watching the other kids with their dads. The truth was he needed his father like I needed my husband. Dean Wicks: You’ve no idea how long I’ve waited for my mum. Years I’ve spent dreaming and thinking about who she was, passing people on the tube and wondering if that was her. All the time, in the back of my head, I was hoping that one day, one of those passing women might stop and come over and say that she was my mum. So I waited and I waited. Dean: Home time at school, I was always the last to leave. I used to stay behind, watch the other mums, just hope she would be there one day too. Pat on Dean: He spent his childhood getting over what [Shirley] done to him. Dean on himself: A stupid little boy that used to think his mum loved him. Danielle Jones on the possibility of meeting her real mother: All these years, hoping. Dean: I never called anybody Mum. Bradley: My dad never gave me anything. Bradley to Max: I couldn’t ask you for a train set, could I? I couldn’t ask you to see me get my badges at cubs. No, I couldn’t ask you, Dad, because you weren’t there. Bianca: I used to be a girl guide, didn't I? Tiffany: No, you weren't. Bianca: Well, I nearly was. Robbie Jackson: I was in the cubs, all waggle woggle and dib dib dib. Robbie: I did karate as a kid. George Palmer: Did you get any belts? Robbie: Not exactly. Sonia: I used to play tennis with my brother Robbie. He wasn’t very good and I always used to beat him. Robbie: I won an under fifteens' drawing competition once. Kim Fox: I represented the county once in the shot-put, sixteen and under. Denise Fox: She was as wide as she was short. Kim: You are looking at the former under-seventeens national bogling champion. Bianca: For as far back as I can remember, you’ve always said, “Don’t do I do — study, see the world, have a life.“ Carol Jackson: Yeah, so what did you do? Bianca: Left school, no qualifications. Bianca: When I was sixteen, I thought I was going to be discovered. I thought I was going to be the next Vivienne Westwood or something. Kim Fox: I promised Mum I was going to be something. Bianca: I remember my first job — on the estate, on the knocker, selling mops. It was the best job I ever had. Natalie Price: I had a Saturday job in a hairdressers once, strictly sweeping the floors, only I got the sack. There was this old lady and she came in to have her hair dyed, only it came out orange. I was talking to one of the other girls and I told her she looked like a carrot, only the old bat overheard and the manageress dispensed with my services. I wouldn't have minded only she did look like a carrot. I wouldn't have made it [as a hairdresser] anyway. You got to have nice hair yourself. Afia Kahn: My mum used to [trim my hair]. She said our hair was our crowning glory. I’d sit on her lap and she’d plait it, whisper silly jokes in my ear. We’d spend ages choosing which coloured bobbles to wear. Jean to Stacey: You used to hate having your hair washed. You’d scream the place down if you got a bit of soap in your eyes. You always had lovely hair though, dark as a raven. Like Snow White. Stacey: My mum bought me one of those toys when I was a kid — you know, the head that you can style the hair on. Tiffany: You should have seen my brother when I dyed my hair blonde once. He said I looked like a mutated Marilyn Monroe. He went mad, made me dye it back to black straightaway. Nearly ruined me hair. Tiffany: My dad [wanted me to stay in education], but if [parents] think school's so great, why did they get out as soon as they could? Terry Raymond: Best thing you can do is study what's in those books, learn it, pass your exams and make something of yourself in the world. That's what I used to tell my kids. Janine Butcher: Did they listen? Terry: What, Tiffany and Simon? Of course they didn't. Alfie Moon: You got an O Level woodwork, ain't you, Jake? Jake Moon: Metalwork. Alfie: What about you, Danny? Danny Moon: Just maths, physics and chemistry, I'm afraid. Alfie: Oh, shut up! Anthony Trueman: Do you know how many years I had to study to become a doctor? Have you any idea the sacrifices that were made for me? Paul Trueman: Do you know what it takes to become a doctor from a family like ours? First you lose all your mates at school — and all the kids that didn't get as many O Levels as you, well, they chuck your books in the canal, bully you on the bus. And then you go to med school — for five years, mind, not three — and you're there with kids that come from eight generations of doctors and they think you're scum. Audrey Trueman on Anthony: He studied very hard to [become a doctor]. All those years of hard work and education. Anthony to Audrey: It [was] all down to you. Paul on Audrey: She scrimped and saved, took on extra jobs, gave up any sort of social life. Well, there wasn't the extra money, see, not with Anthony not working, not with having to find college fees and books. Patrick Trueman: My Anthony couldn’t have made it through medical school without his student grant. Libby Fox: Which university did your son go to? Patrick: Durham. I don’t know where he got his brains from, though. Kat: Why did you become a doctor? Anthony: Just interested in the human body, I suppose. Kat: So it weren't because of all them nurses then, you know, wandering around in them little uniforms? I thought all men were supposed to be turned on by that. Anthony: I hadn't really thought about it. Sean Slater: I was a little kid playing doctors and nurses. Did you ever play that? Tanya: No. Sean: I bet you did. Audrey on Anthony: He hasn't had much time for a social life. Patricia, Anthony's college friend: Those parties at medical school, those were wild times. And this man here was one of the worst ringleaders, weren't you, Tony? Anthony: They used to call me [Tony] at college. Patricia: You were so drunk you ended up snogging the college slapper. Anthony: Who? Patricia: Oh, whats her name - the one that ended up in Obs & Gynae. Anthony: Miriam Golding? Patricia: Yes. All over you like a rash! Anthony: At the third year ball? Patricia: You don't remember any of it? Anthony: No! Patricia to Anthony: Tequila slammers? No wonder I couldn't walk! Patrick on Anthony and Patricia: Didn't the both of you used to have a little ting going? Anthony: We did go out once. It was years ago. We were students. Patricia: What were we like, eh? Anthony: Arrogant, fearless, stupid. Patricia: You're so immature and unformed at that age. Patrick: My Anthony went and become a doctor. I wasn’t there then, didn’t have the chance to help him. Patrick: The day I heard me son qualified as a doctor in England, man I tell you, I was the proudest man on this earth. Billy: I got a second cousin what graduated. Got an honours degree. Calls himself Cheryl now. Tony Hills: There used to be kids in my class [who were bad at spelling and grammar]. I used to help them out for a price. I used my brain. I earned a fortune. Troy Harvey on Tony: I was at school with him. He was in my brother Wilf's year, but we became mates. Nigel Bates: Tony Hills once helped build the sets for his school play. Polly Becker: I bet you were a real goody goody at school. Tony: When I left, they put a brass plaque with my name on it outside the headmaster's room. Irene: Beats me where you get it from. Tony: What? Irene: Brains. You and Sarah. Must be my side. Dot on Bradley: Heaven knows where he got [his intelligence and ambition] from. Jim: Not from his father, that’s for sure. Troy: I didn't even get any GCSEs. Sarah Hills: Not because you weren't bright enough though. I remember Tony and you at school. You were exactly the same, all brains and no staying power. Sarah: Tony tried to cook us a meal once. He set every smoke alarm in the house off. I think he was being a bit too adventurous. He wanted some money for a new jacket and he was trying to get round Dad. Tony: Have you always known you're gay? Simon Raymond: Yeah, but I didn't want to admit it to myself. Tony: You mean you didn't want to be? Simon: I didn't have a choice. Tony: Have you ever had a girlfriend? Simon: No. I always knew what I wanted. Tony: We used to be able to talk to Dad, didn't we? Sarah: Talk about what? Tony: I don't know. Just things. Kevin Wicks to his daughter Carly: We used to talk, me and you. Simon on coming out as gay to his father: I never faced that one. Simon on coming out as gay to Tiffany: She was great about it. She said she always knew in a way, but we were close in those days. Tiffany to Simon: I was always there for you when you needed a shoulder to cry on. Simon: Me and Tiff used to joke about both of us fancying the same person. Tiffany: When I went on holiday to Cos, I thought I'd died and gone to heaven. Natalie: I always wanted to travel, see a bit of the world. Norman Simmonds: I’ve always wanted to travel, see the Nile and the Sydney Opera House. Dean Wicks: I’ve always fancied a trip to Australia. Ronnie to Roxy: You always said you fancied Australia. Ronnie: These legs have taken me to places you wouldn’t believe. Roxy: Remember when we were in Chicago and they dyed the river green because of St Patrick’s Day? Ronnie: Yeah, it looked amazing. Owen Turner to Libby: I’ve always dreamt of getting away from here — you, me and your mum, going to Spain. Liz Turner on Owen: Him and [Libby] in Malaga was always his dream. Owen to Libby: Do you remember visiting your gran? No, you was tiny. I remember, right, you had this little pink sun bonnet that kept coming under your eyes and you couldn’t walk on the sand because it was too hot. We should have gone there when we had the chance. Charlie Slater: I brought [a bottle of brandy] back from Benidorm in '93. Harry Slater: We get quite a lot of names in my gaff in Minorca. One of them, he's a game show host. Top bloke as it happens. He said to me, "Harry, how do you do it? You're putting on a show here twenty-four hours a day." Harry, mid-anecdote: ... And the next thing, this Spanish copper, he gets his strides off and starts dancing on the table with her! Harry, mid-anecdote: ... There they were, the two of them, in the all together on a ten foot diving board, and who should come in but the Chief of Police — and it was only her old man, wasn't it?! Nigel Bates: That bit [in "Dumb and Dumber"] where he gets his tongue stuck on a ski lift, I did that once. Alfie Moon: I used to know these blokes in Marmaris who used to make their own bank notes. Straight up, they used to get the real dosh from the punters, put it in their back pocket; get the fake stuff and put it in the till. A week later, they go along the coast, do the same again. Billy: What happened to them? Alfie: They ended up in a Turkish jail. Right horrible it was. Alfie: I used to know this bloke in Yarmouth who used to nick lunches. Used to get two dozen baguettes and stick them down his shorts. All right, I know it was small time, but he used to get away with it because no-one expects anyone to nick food, do they? And that was it — that was the element of surprise. Stan Carter, speaking in 2014: Here Elaine, how many years has it been now? Elaine Peacock: Since I went to Watford — twenty-one? Tina Carter on Elaine: She didn’t mind serving flat beer and hairy pork scratchings. Linda: She never! Lee Carter: Granddad worked at Billingsgate. Stan: I did hope that Mick might follow suit, but he had other ideas. Mick Carter to Elaine: The only reason we know how to run a pub is what we learnt from you. Kim Fox: I’ve always dreamt of having my own pub. Big Mo: I made you a birthday cake once. Zoe Slater: No, you never. Big Mo: It was a chocolate cake, only I forgot to take it out the oven. Spencer Moon on Alfie: Last time me and Nana had a party for him, we sang one verse of "Happy Birthday" and he went to bed with a headache. Spencer to Nana Moon: You always knew how to do a party right, Nan. Do you remember when I was a kid? Alfie: Full of jelly and ice cream I was! Alfie on Spencer: He's got a vivid imagination. He lets his mind run away with things. One time, he thought he was a pirate and we had to keep calling him Spencer Silver Legs. Jake Moon: That's when he was eight. Spencer to Alfie: You used to give me pocket money. Peter to Lorraine Wicks: Do you remember Bolton, those trips to the town centre? Joe running in and out of shops with his pocket money, coming out so excited with some present or another, usually them little pots of smelly stuff for you. Joe Wicks: It was good then, Pete. We were a real family, weren't we? Peter: Yeah. Yeah, we were. Joe on fish finger sandwiches: I used to like them. White bread. Has to be with red sauce and mayonnaise. Me and Karen would come home from school and sit at the kitchen table, and when we finished it was the same every time - "Any more ..." Lorraine Wicks: "... for any more?" Kat: Little Mo always liked fish fingers, didn't she? Zoe: Yeah, she always used to leave the edges till last. Kat: Typical of her, putting off the nice bit. Rainie: Why’d you leave [the estate]? Tanya: It wasn’t about you. It was never about you, Ray. There were loads of reasons. You were never one of them. Max got me pregnant for a start. Rainie: I remember him always coming round here, telling us that we needed insurance for this and that and there was him, not even taking any precautions with you. Tanya: I remember the first time I got pregnant. It was a stormy night and we’d both been out drinking. We didn’t even make it home! Tanya: Lauren come along so quickly. Max: Left-field, unplanned. Rainie: If Dad was still around, he’d have had something to say about that. Tanya: Yeah, I know. Tanya to Lauren: When I was pregnant with you, that’s when it hit me — unconditional love. It’s like this feeling you get where I would rather be hit by a train than see my little girl in distress. Tanya: You don’t think about it when you get pregnant, do you? That they’re going to turn into teenagers, be grownups. You don’t realise it’s a lifetime of worry. You wouldn’t do it if you did. Rainie on Tanya: She went, leaving me alone with my mum and her last ten pound bag [of speed] to make me feel better. Bye-bye, A levels. Bye-bye, university. Bye-bye, life. Cora: One teenage daughter into drugs, the other running off with someone’s husband. Tanya to Rainie: Oh of course, because you were only ever drugs because of me, weren’t you, and the reason you never got off the estate was because I left you there with mum and every time you’ve ever been in the gutter, it’s all down to me, right? Rainie: If things had been different, if things had been the other way round, if it had have been me that had been whisked away by some bloke in a sports car ... Tanya: All right, I walked out on you and Mum and yeah, I did start you on the weed and the speed and that. You’re right — maybe you could have gone to university, maybe you could have done something with your life. It’s not like you weren’t offered a dozen chances to get your act together, but you blew it every time. It ain’t heroin you’re addicted to, Rainie. It’s failure. Have you got any idea what it’s been like to watch you wash your life down the plughole? Tanya to Rainie: What have you ever achieved, eh? I’ll tell you what — nothing. Nothing. Cora to Tanya: It’s my fault, is it? Rainie and her drugs. Cora on Rainie’s drug habit: Maybe I didn't fight hard enough early enough. Cora: We've seen Rainie through every addiction she's ever had. Cora on parenthood: We’ve all been there — give them everything you’ve got, they throw it back in your face and disappear and you’re left with your memories. Rainie on her father's put-you-up bed in the living room: Mum left that down here so she didn’t have to go upstairs after a heavy night. Tanya: Most nights then, eh? Rainie: Yeah. Tanya: How could you bear to be around it? Rainie: Just a bed, isn’t it? Tanya: No. Tanya to Max: I [got] butterflies - from the minute you asked me to marry you. Max: You turned me down first time of asking, didn’t you? Tanya: Gut instinct. Tanya: Do you remember the first time I ever asked you to build anything? You come in the kitchen wearing nothing but a tool belt and you went, in that low voice ... Max: “I’m your handyman. Is there anything else you need fixing?” And then you sent me up that ladder to fix that bleeding shelf. Tanya: Yeah. You did a good job actually. I was surprised. Tanya: Do you remember that time you made a whole loaf of [French toast]? Max: We stayed in bed all day, worked our way through it. Lorraine on Karen: She was bright, funny. She always did everything double speed, kind of manic. David Wicks: What about school? Lorraine: She found it pretty easy really. She was clever. David: Boyfriends? Lorraine: A couple. Nothing serious. David: What about Peter? Did she get on with him all right? Lorraine: She loved him, David. They both did. Joe: Karen had [a kite], didn't she? She lost it in that big conker tree in the park. Peter: Joe was thirteen. You couldn't tell him anything at the time. Before you know it, he was gone — bang, straight up that tree before anybody could stop him. Lorraine sent me after you [Joe]. We didn't get it, did we? Joe: No. Tom Banks: I was scared of heights. I was terrible, I had an awful block, till I discovered one thing — there's nothing you can't talk yourself into. Libby Fox: You always used to say that was the worst thing - people who were too scared to help themselves. Owen Turner: Maybe I was stronger then, eh? David: Were you happy with Peter? Lorraine: Yeah, we were. He was worth ten of you. David: I've worked really hard in my time. I've worked my guts out. I used to be a financial adviser. Pat Butcher: Are you telling me David ran a company that earned enough for him to pay VAT? Maria Turner, DSS worker: I suppose so. David: This bloke I knew, he told me how he used to fiddle his books. He set up a bogus company and then transferred stuff from one company to the other, you know the sort of thing I mean. Pat: And you thought that was a good idea? David: Well, I was in shtuck, weren't I? I had to do something. Pat: But you got caught? David: Yeah. Pat: Are you telling me my David's been in prison? Maria Turner: [He got] six months for VAT fraud. Dougie Slade on Alfie: He's dodgy, he always has been. I first nicked him when I was in uniform. Natalie: I grew up in a circus. Natalie, mid-story: Anyway, so my dad moves back in. David: What, with his girlfriend? Natalie: And the baby. David: Blimey. I bet your mum went spare, didn't she? Natalie: Did she? You could hear her screaming halfway down George Street. Andrea Price: You think when you have kids, you'll never be lonely. Then they grow up and grow away from you. Natalie on Andrea: She was always flirting with any bloke she could — making eyes at them, complimenting them, putting me down at the same time. What sort of mum's that? Andrea to Natalie: Your sister said her [hen night] wouldn't have been the same without me. Natalie on her father: He forked out for Susie's [wedding].[/SIZE] [/QUOTE]
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