Cook: Neither do I. We got a lot in common, me and you.

Effy: Not anymore.

Cook: We’re both stood in the rain. We’re both miserable.

Effy: You’re no good for me, Cook. You never were.

Cook: If this was us meeting for the first time, I’d do it all again. Everything.

The fucks, the fuck ups, everything. I’d do it all again.

Effy: What’s that supposed to mean?

Cook: It means I still love you.

Effy: Piss off.