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A tenderly romantic coming-of-age story as two boys in a British school fall in love.
Kevin: Weren't you listening in there, Jes? Careful, you don't know what you might catch. Forget him. He's a...
Jessica: He's a what? Poof? Queer? Faggot? Anything else you can think of?
Steven's Mother: I'll tell you what else he is. He's my son, and I'm very proud of him. And if you do anything to hurt him, I'll have your bollocks for earrings.
Jessica: He's a what? Poof? Queer? Faggot? Anything else you can think of?
Steven's Mother: I'll tell you what else he is. He's my son, and I'm very proud of him. And if you do anything to hurt him, I'll have your bollocks for earrings.
Steven Carter: School full of tossers.
Linda: Oh I bet you fancy half of them.
Steven Carter: No way.
Linda: Not even him? John Dixon. He's sex on legs.
Steven Carter: [sighs] I know... Every time I see his "Head Boy" badge I wish it was an invitation!
Linda: Sure wouldn't kick him out of bed for eating biscuits.
Linda: Oh I bet you fancy half of them.
Steven Carter: No way.
Linda: Not even him? John Dixon. He's sex on legs.
Steven Carter: [sighs] I know... Every time I see his "Head Boy" badge I wish it was an invitation!
Linda: Sure wouldn't kick him out of bed for eating biscuits.
John Dixon: Listen... if you tell anyone, it's off. If anyone even starts to suspect, it's off!
Steven Carter: [eagerly] It's on then is it?
John Dixon: Of course it's on. I... I like you a lot.
Steven Carter: What about Christina?
John Dixon: No contest, you're a better kisser!
Steven Carter: Promise?
John Dixon: Promise
[Steven kisses John on the cheek]
Steven Carter: [eagerly] It's on then is it?
John Dixon: Of course it's on. I... I like you a lot.
Steven Carter: What about Christina?
John Dixon: No contest, you're a better kisser!
Steven Carter: Promise?
John Dixon: Promise
[Steven kisses John on the cheek]
Kevin: [to Steve] Oi, Carter! Not exactly an oil painting is she?
Linda: No, she's cuddly. And until a few seconds ago, you assumed that because I'm a fat girl instead of some slim oil painting, I'd be gagging for a quick one in the doorway of Toys R Us! I can just imagine sex with you! Pathetic fumbling to find the bra strap, the slobbery kisses, belching into some poor girl's mouth because you had too much chili sauce on your kabab. And then, the main event which is either over in seconds or not at all because you're too fucking pissed!
Kevin: So I take that as a definite no?
Linda: Take it up your bum!
Linda: No, she's cuddly. And until a few seconds ago, you assumed that because I'm a fat girl instead of some slim oil painting, I'd be gagging for a quick one in the doorway of Toys R Us! I can just imagine sex with you! Pathetic fumbling to find the bra strap, the slobbery kisses, belching into some poor girl's mouth because you had too much chili sauce on your kabab. And then, the main event which is either over in seconds or not at all because you're too fucking pissed!
Kevin: So I take that as a definite no?
Linda: Take it up your bum!
Steven Carter: [telling John about when he first realized he was gay] When I was in the cubs there was this porn mag being passed around and all the other kids were deciding which girl they liked and stuff... and this other kid, he whispers to me, "I don't know what all the fuss is about, I'd rather see another boy's willy anytime!" so I said, "So would I!"
[both boys laugh]
[both boys laugh]
[first lines]
Steven Carter: I came late to sex. I was nearly ten. That's when my friend Mark Watkins told me how babies were made.
Young Steve: Really? Are you sure?
Young Mark: Yeah. Honest. I saw it on one of my dad's videos.
Steven Carter: For over a year after that I thought babies were made when two women tied a man to a bed and covered his willy with ice cream.
Steven Carter: I came late to sex. I was nearly ten. That's when my friend Mark Watkins told me how babies were made.
Young Steve: Really? Are you sure?
Young Mark: Yeah. Honest. I saw it on one of my dad's videos.
Steven Carter: For over a year after that I thought babies were made when two women tied a man to a bed and covered his willy with ice cream.
