Career Girls (1997)

Katrin Cartlidge: Hannah

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• Hannah : I suppose on a clear day you can see the class struggle from here.

• Annie : I'll cook you some pasta, like the old days.

  Hannah : Living in the pasta.

• Hannah : I've always envied you, you know.

  Annie : Aw, don't be so daft.

  Hannah : I have!

  Annie : Why?

  Hannah : I don't know. I admire your innocence.

  Annie : What do you mean?

  Hannah : You're a very sort of trusting person.

  Annie : I trust people too easily. That's why I get walked over. You see, I envy your ability to stand on your own two feet.

  Hannah : Yeah, but that's just self-protection, isn't it?

  Annie : And the way you deal with men.

  Hannah : That's all I ever do is deal with them. I mean, at least you're able to fall in love with them - even though you are a walking open wound. I'm just not strong enough to be as vulnerable as you.

  Annie : But I see that vulnerability as a weakness. You're the strong one.

  Hannah : Well, see, if we could be a combination, we'd be the perfect woman, wouldn't we? Unfortunately, we can't.

• Hannah : When I look at men, all I see is dangerous weakness. I don't want it to be that way. I just can't help it. Makes me feel lonely.

• Hannah : I don't mind saying hello at stations, but I don't like saying good-bye.

  Annie : I don't like stations. I like trains though.

• Annie : That's the main reason why I've got to leave home again - because, like, I just depend too much on me Mum.

  Hannah : My Mum depends too much on me.

• Hannah : So what's wrong with Lance, then?

  Adrian : Lance? He went out for a vindaloo last night.

  Hannah : Oh, spare us the details.

• Annie : What's he like?

  Hannah : What do you mean?

  Annie : You know, in the sack.

  Hannah : He's like a sack of potatoes in the sack.

• Annie : Here's to us.

  Hannah : The "Brontë" sisters.

  Annie : Oh, yeah. We always get the...

  Hannah , Annie : Brunt of everything.

• Hannah : This isn't a bordello you know, you can't just walk into any boudoir and choose a different bint!

• Hannah : [Pretending to cough and choke]  An analogy to dust. Now, what could that be? God's dandruff, maybe.

• Annie : Oh, I don't know. Where are you supposed to meet a man, you know, at 30?

  Hannah : Did you leave your Zimmer frame on the train?

• Hannah : [to Ricky at the pub]  Excuse me! Do you think your ample form has anything to do with the fact that you stuff your face? Or is it that you're not getting enough sex, may-be?

• Claire : Is that eczema?

  Annie : No, it's dermatitis.

  Hannah : Well, it's better than determine-itis which is what I've got.

  [Slaps herself on her forehead] 

  Hannah : Let's face it.

• Annie : I'm so superstitious.

  Hannah : You're allowed to be.

  Annie : That's daft, I know.

• Annie : Oh, a fax machine!

  Hannah : Yeah, I need it for work, really.

• Annie : I like the yellow. It's still my favorite color, you know.

  Hannah : Yeah, I painted it when I moved in.

  Annie : Primrose.

  Hannah : Looks like piss. I've gone off it now. Right. Let's put the kettle on.

• Hannah : There's the bathroom, if you want to have a crap.

• Ricky : It's like coming forward.

  Hannah : Well, it's better than being backward.

• Ricky : You're very aggressive.

  Hannah : So?

  Ricky : That might come from insecurity.

  Hannah : Well, we're all insecure.

• Annie : Coincidence, eh?

  Hannah : Synchronicity.

  Annie : Yeah, but what is synchronicity, and what's, you know, like, coincidence? Cause, like, Jung says that synchronicity is when two different things happen at the same time. You know, like, one's being a normal state, and the other, you know, is a psychic one. Do you know what I mean, like?

• Hannah : Come on. Let's get pissed.

  Annie : Why not?

• Hannah : I've been listening to your half-baked psychobabble all fucking evening! And I resent being anal-yzed by two polytechnic, second-year psychology students! Thank you!

• Hannah : Good thinking, Watson.

  Annie : It's elementary.

• Hannah : He sounds like a dickhead to me.

  Annie : Well, he is a dickhead.

• Mr. Evans : Oh, right. Thought you was geezer birds.

  Hannah : Oh, you wish!

  Annie : No, we're not.

  Mr. Evans : Don't mind or anything.

  Hannah : Oh, thanks very much.

  Mr. Evans : You know, love the life you live and live the life you love.

• Hannah : Good morning. Would you like some breakfast, a little fuck on toast, maybe?

• Annie : It's funny, but - all these memories keep flooding back.

  Hannah : See, I hate looking back.

  Annie : Yeah, but don't forget, I don't remember my childhood, you know, and that's why remembering is so important to me.

  Hannah : Mm. Who wants a crap memory though?

• Annie : He might be as thin as a beanpole.

  Hannah : I don't think so - the amount of curry and chips he used to eat.

  Annie : Mm. Fat chance, eh?

  Hannah : Thin chance.

• Hannah : He was a shit.

  Annie : Oh, yeah. He was a shit. But when you're in love with a bastard, you just can't help yourself.

• Annie : Does your Mum still favoritize Francesca?

  Hannah : Oh, nothing's changed. Everything Francesca does is brilliant; everything I do is crap.

  Annie : It's just not fair, is it?

  Hannah : First, it was the mellifluous cello, and now it's happy families.

  Annie : And yet you have always been the one to look after her.

• Hannah : You've changed more than you think, you know.

• Hannah : Did you notice where we were standing as well?

  Annie : No.

  Hannah : We were at a crossroads, weren't we?

  Annie : Oh, yeah. Where the two paths meet.

  Hannah : That's right.

  Annie : Oh. Very symbolic.

  Hannah : Must be something in the air.