RECOVERY QUOTES

Warning: Mild language

Alan Hamilton: Long-term memory, okay? When you were three you had this, um, big... juicy fruit... orange, orange car that you sat in and you pushed with your feet. Only, you never did it yourself, 'cause you always got me to push you everywhere. And Mum used to get upset with you for being lazy, but I could make you go fast, I could give you a nice ride. Thing is, right, now, I know I can't do anything for you that's even that simple anymore. And half the time I'm going to be the boy in the orange car. But... I'm so proud of what you can do now, and what you've done. And a couple of months ago I was jealous of your future, 'cause I haven't got one to speak of, but my life now is going to be what happens to you. And you. Before, I thought that I was the main event, and the breadwinner and the go-getter... now I'm just happy watching you. So... good luck, son.
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Tricia: No, no, you’re supposed to be on the other side by then.
Alan: I’m supposed to break on beat two, not one.
Tricia: Well it doesn’t matter, does it, as long as you break on the same beat?
Alan: No, it does matter, because I choose the beat we break on.
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Alan: shut up, you, it’s only so we can watch it and learn from our mistakes…Or well, learn from your mistakes.
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Alan: Alright, don’t go anywhere, if I weren’t a perfectionist, I wouldn’t have married you.

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Alan: Excuse me, are you my wife? Excuse me, are you my wife? I’m only asking because I need a lift home! Could you get me home?! Look. Look, this is me. Haven’t got my address on it, though. [police woman grabs him by the hand]. Are you my wife? No, I don’t want to go to the hospital, I want to go home.
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Tricia: It’s me. Tricia.
Alan: Are you one of the nurses?
Tricia: No, no, darling, no. It’s Tricia, I’m your wife.
Alan: Cheryl! You’re Cheryl.
Tricia: No, no, Cheryl was your old girlfriend. Cheryl was your first girlfriend, but you married me.
Alan: did I?
Tricia: Yeah. [holds old picture of Alan and Tricia up to his face]. Who’s that? Hmm?
Alan: Hot.
Tricia: We were on a holiday in Portugal, do you remember?
Alan: On a…hovercraft together. Honeycomb.
Tricia: Holiday.
Alan: Honeycomb. What’s your name? [notices nurse beside hospital bed]

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Alan: Nice arse!
Nurse: No, Alan, you mustn’t do that, I didn’t like that.
Alan: still nice.