Ethics, being human and the soul come to the fore when a 7-year old finds a bag of Pounds just days before the currency is switched to Euros and learns what we are really made of.

Damian Cunningham: God doesn't rob banks, all right? God does not rob banks.
Damian Cunningham: I thought it was from God... who else would have that kind of money?
[the Ugandan martyr motions to a red line across his neck]
Gonzaga: I was beheaded.
Headteacher: Would you like to tell us why you did it Anthony?
Anthony: [pause] Our mum's dead!
[crying]
[after realizing the trouble that Damian's "gift" has caused]
Anthony: [to Damian] You're a loony, and you ought to be *locked up!*
Dorothy: What?
Damian Cunningham: I need a wee.
Dorothy: Tell her that. Can he use your loo?
Cashier 2: I'm not sure.
Dorothy: The poor kid's been in here half an hour. You must have a loo. What do you do when you need to go?
Anthony: [to Damian] If you tell the government they will take forty percent of it. FORTY PERCENT! Do you know how much that is?
[Damian shakes his head]
Anthony: That's nearly ALL of it.
Anthony: What did you bring a thousand pounds to school for? Can't you see that's suspicious?
Damian Cunningham: It's not suspicious, it's unusual.
Damian Cunningham: God doesn't rob banks!
Anthony: You do realise, you just kissed goodbye to the money.
Ronnie: Come on, let's get cracking.
Anthony: She's going to run off with it, you must know that?
Ronnie: Come on! How can she, she's got Damian?
Anthony: She'll kidnap him, hold him to ransom for the rest of the money.
Ronnie: No, Anthony, that's what *you'd* do.
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Damian Cunningham: [voiceover] The French have said au revoir to the franc, the Germans have said auf wiedersehen to the mark, and the Portuguese have said... whatever to their thing.