As If

Sooz: So, I figured it out. I'm not Susan, I'm Sooz. It's just, Sooz has moved on a bit. Grown. But essensially I'm still the same.

Sooz: Time was I didn't need to sit in the dark. Time was, the dark, was in me. Now, I'm scared of it.

Sooz: I used to be y'know, more, dark. Alex: You mean immature. Sooz: Yeah, well you're the expert on immature. Where is Allen today anyway? Playschool?

Fran: (on nail varnish) Choosing a new colour. Obviously a real achievement for you. These are your masterpeices. Nicki: (smiles) I got the best A Levels in my year, and fourth best in the Borough. Don't patronise me, art girl.

Allen: What I don't get is, you're saying you can't paint, because you're not dark and tortured. Sooz: Right. Allen: But, I mean, I didn't know you back then, but you seem pretty grim to me. No offence. Seriously, how bad were you?

Sooz: Happy? I've always been happy. I was perfectly happy, being... miserable.

Sooz: I'm Susan. Grown up art student, I want everyone to love me, and my art (giggles).

Sooz: I'm Sooz. Stroppy, sour and suicidal. Just your regular teenage cliche.