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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!