(whilst drunk in brighton)
angel: Look Mr Heaney i can fly!
Emily: no u cant angel and that isnt mr heaney!
angel: yes i can just watch me!
emily: angel no!!!!
angel: weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee...........
(whislt drunk in an interrogation room in brighton)
(Mr heaney = police officer that arrested us, we cant remember his name)
Mr Heaney: smoke in here again and we'll take you to the cells
Ruth: can we smoke in the cells?
Mr Heaney: NO!
emily, angel and ruth: awwwwww....
(ruth at home with parents)
parents: ruth do u smoke?
ruth: no
parents: well what are these then
ruth: they arnt mine they arnt my brand!
(angel and keri in maths)
keri: well done u can find the volume of a cylinder.
angel: i no im going to be the next beathoven
keri: beathoven?
angel: i meen einstien
keri:....
angel: no...wait...PYTHAGORAS!
(angel turns angirly histericle to the teacher)
angel: what did the cone ever do to u, all it wanted to be was a prism!!
keri: ok angel calm down
marty: ploo
angel: ?
marty: its my new word.
angel: your weird...
marty: "different"
Simon: lol, sasha, cnt u c we r tryin 2 hav sex here?:P
sasha: oh im soz
Simon: *undoes zip*
sasha: but just sayin no 1 loves me i just ove chris more than david :P
angel: i wanna gonna make love to you, but then i got high, i was gonna eat ur pussy to, but then i got high, now im jackin off, an i no y, b coz i got hi, b coz i got hi, b coz i got hi
sasha: hello
angel: o yer sorry, were was i?
Simon: can i just fuck you now please?
angel: sure. sorry!
emily died on october 30th

