Skins 2x3

Sid

& Mark, Sid’s Dad: It’s one of those things, shit happens.
    Sid: Is that the best you’ve got, Dad?
    Mark: You always get my best, son.

& Sid: I know who she is. She stalked Maxxie, she got our drama teacher wrongly fired for sexual abuse and she tried to poison Michelle.
    Anwar: She’s sorry. Boy, she’s sorry. Thing is, Sid, sex hasn’t been invented yet round at my place. Tricky with 2,000 years of religious tradition.

& Anwar: So me and Sketch were wondering if we could...
    Sid: Come on. My whole family’s gonna be here in an hour.
    Anwar: It won’t take long.
    Sketch: It never takes long.

& Anwar: Oh, God. Godfather. The Godfather Part Two. Apocalypse Now. The Conversation... It’s not working.
    Sketch: You gotta get some staying power. Don’t you dare, boyo. I am far, far from satisfied.
    Anwar: OK. Oh... shit. Oh, fucking hell. ... Hello, Mrs Jenkins.

& Alex, Sid’s Grandpa: Liza!
    Liz, Sid’s Mom: How are you, Alex?
    Alex: Och, embracing adversity* as ever, my dear. But borne aloft* by the sight of you, lassie*.

& Sid: Subjects? Um, English, drama and psychology...
    Sandy, Sid’s Uncle: Psychology? It’s piss easy. No need o’ psychology, staring doon the sights o’ a Stinger missile, ken, aye?
    Alex: Maybe Sidney is gonna be a... strategic analyst like his father.

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& Sid: So... Do you wanna go on the swing? Slide? Spliff? No? Say anything you like doing. Anything at all.
    Lex, Sid’s cousin: Fitba.
    Sid: You what?
    Ally, Sid’s cousin: Fitba!

& Sid: Alex, Sandy, Lex, Ally. Kinda weird. They’re all called Alexander.

& Mark: I’ll probably never change that much...
    Liz: Don’t talk. Just do something.
    Mark: I want you to do some...
    Liz: Oh, ja... ist gut...!
    Mark: What?!
    Liz: Nothing.

& Manfred: I vant my baby! And vat I vant, I take!
    Mark: Stop!
    Manfred: But, he is ein plinker! You are saying, he is ein plinker!
    Liz: Plonker*.
    Manfred: Right...

& Sid: I think I dumped Cassie. She’s with some guy.
    Mark: They’re always with some guy. If they’re special, you just have to make sure that that guy... is you.

& Chris: Nah. Angie’s coming back today. I’m a bit...
    Jal: Chris. She’s your psychology teacher. It was just a fling.
    Chris: No, it wasn’t. OK? She needed her space. Right, and now I really need her naked, buffed, gagging and slippy in my bed, because... You know, four months without sex, that ain’t funny.

& Chris: You probably wouldn’t understand that... You don’t have sex at all, do you? You have clarinet lessons.
    Jal: I do... I mean, I have had...
    Chris: Look, we’re not counting fapping here, Jal, right, cos if we were, I’d have had sex 14 times in two days.

& Tony: I haven’t had sex for... A long time.
    Chris: Right. OK, in summary then, we all need some pussy action.

Morning! All right. First of all, I’ve had a word with the Imam at Redcliffe Mosque about the school musical last month. I explained that it was all meant to be ironic and he was very understanding. He’s not exactly sure who imposed the fatwa, but it wasn’t him. Probably somebody in Iran. So — what a relief.

& Tony: Everyone says you looked after me when I was... iconic. Intimate. Fuck! Fuck! Ill... I mean, ill. I just can’t remember you.

& Tony: What’s happened?
    Sid: I can’t say it.


-- Dict:
adversity — несчастья
borne — нести; иметь
aloft — наверх
lassie — милочка
Plonker — dope, idiot, moron, wally, pillock, dunderhead, dimwit

On Imdb.