• Phill: I can never remember the damn things, but up until, sort of, my teen years, I used to dream I was being chased around an empty football stadium by a giant monkey. And then he'd stop chasing me and we'd sit down, and we'd just sit down and watch the game. In an empty stadium.
• Stephen: I've got a thing about football: It represents your goals, fairly obviously I suppose, your aspirations. But before the game can begin, before you can start to fulfill your dreams, Phill, if I can call you Phill . . .
• Phill: I must quieten the inner monkey?
• Stephen: No, you alone, because the stadium is empty--that's the point--you alone have to confront the thing you fear most, which is the big monkey. And what is the big monkey? You're running from your adult self: large, hairy, lust-filled . . . Yes. Yes. You're gay!
• Phill: I'm gay.
• Stephen: That's what it is!
• Johnny: It's so obvious, Phill.

“Horses are just stupid, I’m afraid, and every day they have to re-invent the world, you know. You go—[whinnies fretfully]—“What’s that?!” It’s a piece of paper! [whinnies] It’s a hedge; you saw one yesterday! For Christ’s sake, get a grip!” —