Tall Guy

Kate:
Don't be fooled by the grim exterior. It's a good deal grimmer inside.

Dexter:
All these weeks I've been coming here, I've been wanting to ask you something. What I really want to know is... er, what's your name?

Kate:
Kate... Lemmon. Horrid name!

Dexter:
No, no, not at all. Could have been worse. Could have been called Hitler, Tampon, or something.

Dexter:
God take my testicles and fry them up with bacon!

Dexter:
How was your day?

Kate:
Not great. A nurses's day is always pretty grisly. A woman I was with gave birth to a baby in a lift.

Dexter:
Well, that was okay, er?

Kate:
It would have been, but her husband slipped on the afterbirth and broke his collarbone.

Dexter:
I hope all your children have very small d*cks! And that includes the girls!

Dexter:
Please? Just dinner? Let me explain: I was a complete, total, utter idiot! I have learned my lesson completely, totally, utterly!

Kate:
Just dinner?

Dexter:
Promise!

Kate:
What? No sex at the end?

Dexter:
Well, maybe - sex? Yes! Alright, if you insist!

Kate:
Are you going to walk me home? Or should I just get murdered on my own?

Mary:
Well, the only other thing at the moment is a new musical that the RSC are doing.

Dexter:
Er, what's it about?

Mary:
The Elephant Man.

Dexter:
A musical of the Elephant Man? What's it called?

Mary:
"Elephant", I think - with an exclamation mark presumably.

Dexter:
Pity the poor bastard who has to play the elephant.

Mary:
Remember dearest, everyone thought Jesus Christ Superstar was a stupid idea.

Dexter:
Jesus Christ Superstar WAS a stupid idea.

Mary:
True.

Ron Anderson:
Listen, Dexter, is there something troubling you? Something that you would like to talk to someone about?

Dexter:
Well, yes, as a matter of fact there is...

Ron Anderson:
Then for f***'s sake talk to someone about it, will you? And sort it out before I sack you and hire a lobotomized monkey to play your role. Okay?

Ron Anderson:
Sorry I'm so late. Had some rather special guests at my show tonight. Difficult to tell the heir to the throne to bugger off because you've got a party to go to.

Ron Anderson:
What in the name of Judas Iscariot's bumboy is going on?