Fiona: What the hell are these little after-school tea parties about?
Will: Hi. Sorry? What did you say?
Fiona: I was just wondering why a single , childless man would want to hang out with a 12-year-old boy every day.
Will: Wait a minute. You didn't tell your mum you'd been comin' round?
Marcus: I think I forgot.
Fiona: Tell me what? What are you doing with my son?
Will: Wait a minute. What are you suggesting here?
Fiona: I'm not suggesting anything.
Will: I think you are. I think you were suggesting that I've been interfering with your son.
Fiona: I'm simply asking you why you entertain. 12-year-olds in your flat.
Christine: My God.
Waitress: Oh , my God.
Fiona: What do you have to say for yourself? Well?
Will: Don't "well" me. Don't "well" me about it, for Christ's sakes. He comes around uninvited every night of the week , and do you know why? Because he's having the shit
bullied out of him at school, and you haven' t got a clue. You're sending him out there like a lamb to the slaughter! He's being taken to pieces every day, you daft fucking
Fiona: You're being a bit melodramatic.
Marcus: Strange. Will had it right. Mum didn't. It was supposed to be the other way.
Fiona: Maybe you haven't had much contact with kids before.
Will: I used to be a bloody kid. I used to go to a bloody school, and I know the difference between kids who can't settle down. and kids who are just plain. miserable! Look at
him, for Christ's sake! Don't accuse me of being melodramatic. Coming from a woman who tried to...
Will: What's the matter with you?
Marcus: Nothing. I just felt like a shout.
Will: Jusus. What a family.
Marcus: Will. you're disturbing the other customers.
Will: That' s fine. I'm sorry. I'm done.
Christine: So, you're not.
Will: What? No , I'm not! No , I'm not. Listen. don't worry about it. I will not open the door to Marcus again. Okay? I'll be glad to be rid of the pair of you, frankly. Go on.
Bugger off. I'm sorry.
Fiona: So that' s it, is it? You' re just out of his life like that?
Will: Excuse me?
Fiona: Let's say you' re right and I'm wrong. Let's say that there's a whole world of Marcus that I don' t understand, and somehow, miraculou sly, you do. Well, what are you
gonna do about it?
Will: I'm not gonna do anything. He's none of my business.
Fiona: Oh, you're a selfish bastard.
Christine: That's what I keep telling him. He always puts himself first.
Will: But I'm on my own. It's just me. I'm not putting myself first, because there's nobody else.
Fiona: Yes, yes, there is. There's Marcus. You're involved now. He keeps coming round your bloody house. I understand you've come into his life for a reason, and you can't shut
him out, you can't shut life out. No man is an island.
Christine: She's right, you know.
Waitress: Yeah, she is.
Will: No, she's not. She's wrong. Some men are islands. I'm a bloody island. I'm bloody Ibiza.
Fiona: What are you talking about?
Marcus: Do you want to come over for Christmas?