- Harry: You really hate me, don't you?
- Kat: 'ate you? No. I just think you're a fat old perv.
- Harry: You loved me once.
- Kat: I loved Father Christmas and all but he didn't touch me up.
- Harry: It wasn't just me. You were always going around in that little miniskirt.
- Kat: That was my school uniform.
- Harry: And the make-up.
- Kat: I used to walk around in mum's high heels when I was three. Up for it then, was I? You see you can't 'urt me any more, Harry. You can't make me believe it was my fault.
- [pause]
- Kat: You got me pregnant.
- Harry: [whispers] What?
- Kat: Didn't know that, did you? The most beautiful little girl in the world she is. She's seventeen now.
- Harry: What's happened to her?
- Kat: Mum and dad brought her up as their own. Yeah. Zoe. And I told her what you did. She 'ates you.
- Harry: You bitch!
- Kat: [sarcastic] What? You mean I ain't your special little girl any more.