Otis: I know I kind of messed you around recently. I hope we can still be friends.
Ruby: I've actually got enough friends now, Otis.

Michael: Adam.
Adam: What are you doing here?
Michael: I've been worried.
Adam: Why are you worried?
Michael: Because you're not talking to me. And a student has gone missing at college. It made me think about what I'd do if anything happened to you while you still thought that... that I don't like you.
Adam: You don't like me.
Michael: No. Adam, I do like you very much. I love you. You're my son. I just don't like myself. And I've made you feel small because of that, and I deeply regret it. And I know we can never get that time back, but I am trying to change.
Adam: Do you wanna hug a horse?
Michael: Pardon?
Adam: Hugging a horse makes things feel better.
Michael: Oh, uh... Uh, no, I'm okay. Thank you. But I'd quite like to hug you.

Viv: Oh, he's here again.
Beau: Can we please talk?
Viv: Okay. Okay, um, Beau, we've spoken about this already, but you don't seem to be listening, so I'm gonna be really clear. I don't wanna talk to you. I don't wanna see you. I don't wanna hear from you. I don't know what made you like this, and it's probably something really sad, and I hope you seek out some therapy, but if you keep on trying to contact me, I will report you. Do you hear me?
Beau: Yeah.

Dan: Hey, little dude.
Otis: You all right?
Dan: No, broke my leg several places.
Otis: You coming in?
Dan: I thought I might. Would that work?
Otis: Do you need a hand?
Dan: No, it's cool. I have the crutch-arinos.
Otis: Mum, it's, uh, motorbike man.
Dan: Yeah, I mean, it's normally just Dan, but, uh... fսck it. Call me motorbike man. That's cool.

Jean: Thank you for coming.
Dan: It's all good.
Jean: You might wanna have a seat.
Dan: Sure, okay. Maybe I'll just...
Jean: Are you all right? Go ahead and use the table.
Dan: Thank you. Hi, baby. Thanks, so what's up?

Dear Otis. You know I hate soppy romantic stuff. So don't get your hopes up. This isn't a love letter. When we first met, I didn't trust anyone. I thought if I kept everybody out, I'd stop myself from being hurt or let down, which is what I was used to. Then we set the clinic up together, and I realized that most of the people who came to us for help really just needed connection. And maybe I wasn't so different. You have the rare ability to make people feel truly seen. And you did the same for me. It was this and your relentless optimism about human beings that gave me the courage to start opening myself up to other people. For the first time in my life, I didn't feel alone, which allowed me to imagine something bigger for myself. I want you to know that however much it fսcking hurts that we can't be together, I won't ever close myself off again. Meeting you cracked my heart open, and now it's forever changed. And because of that, I will carry a part of you with me wherever I go. I think what I'm trying to say is thanks for everything, dickhead.


Ruby: Oh. Hi, Maeve.
Maeve: Hi. I'm sorry about your mum.
Maeve: Oh, do cock biters get a free pass when they've got a dead mum? How gracious.

Roz: Here you go. Your mother's finest. How are you feeling about your exam?
Jackson: I just got an email saying that there's no record of my sperm donor.
Roz: I thought we agreed you were going to wait until after your exams.
Jackson: I know you guys are hiding something from me.
Roz: Jackson, we just want you to do well. It's your final year at college. You need to stay focused.
Jackson: Mum, can you tell me what's going on?
Roz: There's nothing going on. It's just a mix-up.

Jean: Um, can you chat for a minute?
Otis: Uh, if this is about O, then no.
Jean: It's not. The show's on hiatus until that stuff about, you know, her being deleted gets worked out.
Otis: Canceled, Mum.
Jean: That's not actually why I called at all. I was just wondering if you and Maeve wanted to come over for dinner tonight. It would be very relaxed. Um, you know, laid-back. Not intense at all.
Otis: Okay, let me ask. Mum's wondering if you wanna come for dinner.
Maeve: No, I don't think that's a good idea.
Jean: I just... I thought, Maeve and I got off on the wrong foot, and... well, I'd like to get to know her better.
Otis: She wants to get to know you better.
Maeve: Fine.
Otis: Yeah? That sounds really nice.
Jean: Oh.
Otis: We'll come over later.

Maeve: Sean. Sean, stop running away from me. Why do you have to be so selfish?
Sean: Because I can't be fake like you.
Maeve: I'm trying to give her a nice send-off.
Sean: It's not fair.
Maeve: What's not fair?
Sean: You're gonna get out of this place. But I'm gonna die alone, just like Mum. Maeve: You can get yourself clean, Sean.
Sean: Well, it doesn't really matter anyway because you're gonna go back to your fancy little life in America and forget I exist. I'm leaving.
Maeve: Sean, don't do this. We're saying goodbye to Mum.
Sean: She didn't care about saying goodbye to us, did she?

Sean: This is great. This is... fab. It really... I mean... I mean, it's complete crap. Maeve: Shut up.
Sean: But it is beautifully... beautifully crafted.
Celebrant: Thank you.
Maeve: Stop it.
Sean: I actually think I might add to it.
Maeve: No. No, no, no. Sean.
Sean: If you don't mind if I say a few words... Thank you.
Maeve: Please don't.
Sean: About my mother.
Maeve: Sean.
Sean: My darling mummy died doing what she loved. drսg. Oh, come on. We weren't all buying that "she's a bright star in the sky" stuff. Were we? No, I think it would actually be much more appropriate if I, as her son, shared a few stories of Erin from our childhood. Should I tell them about the games we used to play? Shall I? Number one. Ahem. Football in the dark. This was a good one, where Mum would kick us out of our caravan in the middle of the night, so that she could get high and then screw some guy called Greg. Then, there was, of course, "ciggie hunting" or "hunt the cigarette," which is when we used to go to the park and had to get on our hands and knees and search in the mud for cigarette butts that were just long enough for Mum to smoke 'cause we had run out of money. And then... I've got loads of these. I can keep going. There was my favorite...
Maeve: Stop it, Sean. That's enough. You're humiliating yourself.
Sean: Come off it, sis. As if a fancy dress and a nice photo is gonna convince anyone in this room that our mum was nothing but a dirty junkie.
Maeve: Get out. Get out!
Sean: Fine. With pleasure. Bye, Mum.

O: Good mornin', sunshine.
Otis: Uh... Uh, no. No, excuse me. Oh! What... what are you doing in my house?
O: I, uh... popped by to see your mum.
Otis: Okay.
O: I've got a free period, so... Oh, um... you've... you've just got a few crumbs in your neck brace. What happened, by the way?
Otis: None of your business.
O: Look, Otis, you don't have to be like that. I know that things got a little bit tense at the debate, but it's a competition.
Otis: Tense? You lied about me in front of the entire college.
O: I didn't lie. And you outed me in front of the entire college.

Sex Education Quotes

Boy: They're not still going on about Sex School, are they?
Maeve: Mm. It's as if no one in this town's had sex before.

Host: She wrote this book in response to working on campus at Moordale Secondary, which got some pretty bad press recently following a chlamydia outbreak, and the performance of a so-called Sex Musical. So, Dr. Milburn, tell us about the book.
Jean: Well, I was shocked at the ineptitude of the SRE curriculum in schools, and so I created this easy to read manual to help empower our teenagers, and their parents, as they become sexually active young adults.
Host: Sounds a bit racy.
Jean: Well, if by racy, you mean highly researched and completely essential to the health and wellbeing of our children, then, yes, I suppose it is.