As If

Rob: Thing is, it's not the same for me. She's not my... Alex: You're what? Rob: Soulmate.

Richard: Are you gay? Jamie: Uh, if you help me revise, I'll try anything.

Richard: Who on earth are you? Nicki: Don't you stand there in your posh frock asking me who I am!

Amber: You are on my mind, every second of every day. I just thought you felt the same way...

Alex: You and Amber, you're meant for each other. You're like Romeo and Juliet, Miles and Boon... Rob: Jamie and Sooz.

Rob: Hope Al's gonna be alright. Nicki: Yeah, I'm worried sick. Those opera fans can get really nasty after a pink gin or two.

Allen: (on Rob) Oh, cover me in marmite and lick it off.

Alex: Straight. Incredibly straight. In fact, like everyone else I hang out with, all of them, born & bread, 100% hetro with a capital H.

Allen: I only said I fancied Rob, not that I wanted his babies. Alex: Well biologically speaking, that's not a bad thing.