Shirley: Alright, I know! I know you’re going to be bloody mad and I know it’s been hours and I know I should’ve bloody rung, but I don’t bloody care, do I?! I were waiting for me new fella, Peter, yes, Peter, and I don’t care that you don’t like him cos I do like him, or I did like him until he never came back, so ha ha, more fool me for falling for somebody in one stupid day, just because he drove me to Burnley, which was closed, and to the seaside, which was rainy, and to his place where he was nice to me for ages, and didn’t call me a mope once, and more fool me for believing him when he said he thought I weren’t his type at first but he changed his mind when he got to see the real me, and more fool me for not realising he only wanted the one thing, but maybe I only wanted the one thing too, you never think of that, do ya, that I’ve got feelings too, and more fool me for waiting in a train station with tramps for four hours when I knew he wasn’t coming after the first two, I’m not stupid, am I? But then the rain started again and I thought I may as well keep waiting as walk home in that, I’d get drenched. So then two hours turned into four, didn’t they, and I’m bloody here now, aren’t I, so can’t you just tell me off tomorrow, Mam, I’m starved?!”