Shirley: I welcome you here tonight, regardless of colour, creed or weight problem. And I ask you to join me as we bring reality and fiction just that little bit closer together.
Shirley: Have you had a heart transplant?
Shirley: Oh, you've got that to look forward to.
Shirley: I feel ya' pain, I feel ya' shame, but you're not to blame. They should tell parents ok; that children have got weak backs. How were you supposed to know he was getting tired? You were worried about your bad legs.
Ian: Oh look there's some flowers. You can have them. Present for you.
Kevin: No, put them back, put them back!
Kevin: That's for a member of a family who's passed away. They've left them there for a relative.
Ian: If you don't mind me saying you do look a little, teeny weenie bit like erm… It's only 'cuz of the light and that, but you do look a bit like a man.
Kevin: Bit like a?
Kevin: I am a man.
Ian: But you said you were a witch.
Kevin: I'm a witch but I'm still a man.