- Tamsin: This is Edith Piaf. I just adore her. She was this marvellous Parisian woman who had such a wonderfully tragic life. She was married 3 times & each husband died in mysterious circumstances. The last one was a boxing champion and she killed him with a fork. She didn't even go to prison because in France crimes of passion are forgiven.
- Phil: What is wrong with you?
- Mona: I just miss me brother.
- Phil: I'm here.
- Mona: That ain't you. It ain't.
- Phil: Oh no, this is me, this is the real me.
- Mona: I want the old Phil
- Phil: Well that old Phil, he didn't make me very happy.
- Mona: He made me happy. I love my brother, he used to be real. I haven't got any family, me home's changed, no one fancies me...
- [breaks into tears]
- Phil: [hugging Mona] Oh Jesus watch over this child, watch over her...
- Mona: Oh no, fuck off! Fuck off!
- Tamsin: I just felt so useless. She was my one sister, my beautiful sister and she started to turn into this monster. These bones on her body just started to jut out like someone had stuck daggers under her skin. And her hair, she started growing hair all over her body - it was like a sort of dense fur, like a werewolf. And she stopped smiling, she couldn't smile anymore because she was throwing up all the time and the vomit, acid made her teeth go all yellow and she just stopped smiling and stopped living.