Breaking and Entering Quotes

Will Francis: Hi. I'm sorry.

Liv: You smell of perfume.

Will Francis: Well, I don't know how I do.

Liv: Nor do I.

Will Francis: I love you.

Liv: Is that an answer?

Will Francis: It's the truth. I feel as if I'm tapping on a window. You're somewhere behind the glass but you can't hear me. Even when you're angry, like now, it's like someone a long long way away is angry with me.

[First Lines]

Will Francis: [Voice Over] When do you stop looking at each other? Shouldn't there be a warning? Shouldn't somebody say to us, "Hey, watch out. Pay attention." Because you can be thinking, "I'm okay. We're okay. We're good." Then you turn around and the distance between you...

Sandy: It's all right for you, mate. You've got a gorgeous Swedish wife.

Will Francis: Girlfriend. Half Swedish.

Sandy: You cannot say "girlfriend" after ten years.

Liv: My father died, my mother died, my sister died. It's a family with a short life expectancy, I think.

Will Francis: And a grandmother of 93.

Liv: And a grandmother of 93. But some days the cup is empty and some days it's 93% full.

Oana: £50. Whatever you want.

Will Francis: What's your name?

Oana: Except talk.

Will Francis: What if I want to talk?

Oana: Call the Samaritans.

Miro: Did my dad just not want to come with us?

Amira: Eh... He... eh... He love you, but he was engineer. He was needed. Every bridge was blown up, so, anyway... It's more complicated. No story from Sarajevo is simple.

Liv: Most wives would worry if their husbands went cruising in King's Cross every night.

Will Francis: Most wives are married to their husbands.

Orit: Bea? My car keys. Where's the battery? Bea. Hey, I need the battery. Don't... We're human. Don't punish us. We get fed up.

Orit: Fed up? Is that about the diet?

Will Francis: No, it means "upset". I don't know why. It's a metaphor. Remember, we spoke about those. "Cried your eyes out" doesn't mean your eyeballs fall out. Metaphors. Fed up. It's nothing to do with food. Where's my battery, Bea?

Liv: [to Will] If you were measuring how far away from where we need to be, you and me, is that a long way?

Will Francis: I don't think you can ask a question like that. It's not...

Liv: Put on a suit, sound like a suit.

Will Francis: [Takes off his suit jacket] Feels a long, long way, right now, from where it needs to be. I wish we could unsay and unhurt back to wherever that is, and start again.

Will Francis: I remember you bit me. You were angry with me and you bit me. Don't remember why.

Liv: I don't know why either, but I remember I bit you.

Will Francis: You really bit me. And I thought we were very close. We were.

Liv: [Takes his hand and bites his skin]

Will Francis: Yeah, but that's just teeth.