A day in the life of a group of troubled 15-year-olds growing up in west London.

Trife: She ain't a virgin.
Shaneek: How the fuck would you know?
Trife: Cause me and her fucked the day I turned you down.
Uncle Curtis: [to Trev, holding a box cutter] I want you to carve a "c" from the corner of him eye to the corner of him mouth.
Mark: I'm a fuckin' bastard.
Alisa: You're not a bastard. You're a cunt.
Lenny: [pointing a gun at Sam] Give me one fucking reason why you shouldn't die!
Trife: Cause he's not worth it!
Taxi Driver: Nine pounds twenty, please.
Moony: You what, mate? I got passed by five black cabs today.
Taxi Driver: Well it ain't my fault.
Moony: Just cause I'm black. Ain't it ironic, though? Black cabs don't take black man.
Taxi Driver: So what's your point?
Moony: My point is that it becomes a vicious circle.
Taxi Driver: What does that mean?
Moony: It means...
[runs away]
Trife: [to Alisa] I've seen some shit today... that made me think about life. And you're the best thing in mine.
Alisa: I can't believe you swallowed that guy's spunk. I hate it, it tastes like salty egg whites!
Alisa: It's morning sickness.
Becky: But it's not morning.
Shop Assistant: [Very feminine voice] Congratulations! My wife is pregnant too.
Becky: Wife? I thought you were a batty-man.
Shop Assistant: Excuse me?
Becky: Aren't you gay?
Shop Assistant: No.
Becky: There's nothing wrong with it.
Shop Assistant: I know. I'm just saying...
Becky: Alright, calm down, yankee.
Shop Assistant: I'm CANADIAN.
Becky: Same thing!