- [Percy is interested in the life of a prostitute]
- Percy Winthram: Do you have *normal* meals?
- Cyrenne: [sarcastically] No, they give us special food. Extra vitamins, Technicolor pills.
- [Percy is telling Cyrenne about his lack of success with women]
- Percy Winthram: Everything goes fine until near the end. Then it's always the same: that same long agonising walk back to their gate. Truly agonising - believe me. Talk about a dumb-bell: it's got blood compared to me. I worry about this goodnight kissing all the way to the gate.
- Cyrenne: Well, can't it wait until the *next* night?
- Percy Winthram: I'm afraid not. I don't get a return match. Minf you, I've done plenty of ordinary kissing - at parties and... well, just at parties, I suppose. But when I get to that gate and she says "Thanks for a nice evening" or some such phrase. And I know she's expecting... she's expecting me to get romantic. Well everything goes to pot.
- Cyrenne: Can't you let yourself go, for once?
- Percy Winthram: [hesitantly] I did, for once. And the girl laughed and she said...
- [Percy is too ashamed to continue]
- Cyrenne: She said what?
- Percy Winthram: "You'd better stick to training boy scouts, Percy". Aye, you guessed right - I *am* a scout-master. Oh, life's a mess.