Ricky:
I don't know what's got into you, I really don't. You're a smart kid just like Liza. You used to be in all the top sets. What is going on? Just give yourself some choices mate.
Abbie Turner:
Seb?
Seb:
Hmm-mm?
Abbie Turner:
We've talked about this. You could go to uni.
Seb:
Go to uni? What, and be like Harpoon's brother? £57 grand in debt and what? Working in a call centre now, getting smashed every weekend just to forget his problems. Of course.
Ricky:
Yeah, but it doesn't have to be like that does it? There's some good jobs out there.
Seb:
Good jobs? What good jobs?
Ricky:
Well there is if you just knuckle down. Give yourself some options. Otherwise you're just going to end up like...
Seb:
What, like you?
Ricky:
Oh fucking nice!
Abbie Turner:
Seb...
Seb:
Do you really think I want that? Really?
Ricky:
Yeah...
Seb:
Well yeah of course I do don't I? I want to be like you.
Ricky:
Yeah, going from shit job to shit job, working 14 hours a day, having to put up with everyone else's shit. Going from one shit job to another shit job. You're just going to end up a skivvy.
Seb:
A skivvy? It's your choice to be a skivvy isn't it? A skivvy doesn't come to, you, you go to it - right?
Ricky:
I'm doing my best Seb.
Seb:
Maybe your best isn't good enough, is it?
