Dad Madden: Anna... you're going to be all right. Just stay where you are. Daddy's here.
Marc: To be honest, I'd rather draw by myself. I don't like people watching me.
Anna Madden: What's snogging like?
Sharon: Like kissing a vaccum cleaner.
Marc: Go away.
Anna Madden: No. You let me in, and then I'll go away.
Marc: Can't do that.
Anna Madden: Why not?
Marc: Because there aren't any stairs.
Anna Madden: How did you get up there, then?
Marc: I dunno... I'm just here.
Anna Madden: Can't you tell someone else to let me in?
Marc: There isn't anyone else.
Anna Madden: Look, just stop mucking around and let me in!
Marc: Go away, can't you understand? It's dangerous around here! Dangerous!
Dad Madden: Anna?
Anna Madden: Go away!
Dad Madden: Let me in, Anna!
Kate Madden: Go away please
Marc: You see, there was this little boy, and he had this red bicycle. It was new, in perfect nick. And everyday he would just sit and look at it, and he knew that he would never be able to ride it, but he thought that one day he might be able to. That made all the difference.
Dad Madden: Alright, if you want to play games. 1... 2... 3...
Anna Madden: Is anybody there?
Anna Madden: Dad!
Dad Madden: [stands in silence]
Anna Madden: Dad, come in, it's getting dark!
Dad Madden: Anna... is that you?
Anna Madden: Yes.
Dad Madden: [brandishes a claw hammer] I'm blind!