- Roy's Father: I've heard about people like you. But God knows I never thought my own son... You mad? You mad? Where did you get that awful thing that you're wearing? Hmm? Wasn't this one of your mother's? You crazy little bugger!
- [her shoe comes off]
- Roy's Father: Pick it up. Go on, pick it up. Pick up your little girl shoe. Go on!
- [he knocks her down]
- Roy's Father: Look at me. Go on, look at me. Hold your head up like a man, even if you're aren't one. What are you, for Christ's sake? Have you no pride? Go on, get up. Get up, you little pansy. You make me sick. Get up, get up. You, you humiliate me would you, you little bastard?
- Roy: If you don't stop, you'll kill me.
- Roy's Father: Better tell me about it, hadn't you? Go on, tell me about it. How long has this been going on?
- Roy: All my life.
- Roy's Father: What's that supposed to mean?
- Roy: All my life.
- Roy's Father: You've got to learn to be man.
- Roy: It's no good.
- Roy's Father: What do you mean, it's no good?
- Roy: Being a man. I've tried.
- Roy's Father: There are doctors who can cure this sort of thing. I'll have you cured no matter what the cost.
- Roy: No. It's useless.
- Roy's Father: Don't tell me that. Don't you want to be a man?
- [she shakes her head]
- Roy's Father: Why not? Are you a homosexual? Are you one of these people that go to pubs and places and get picked up by men?
- Roy: No. I'm not.
- Roy's Father: I don't understand. I just don't understand. It's a great thing to be a man. Why can't you be a man?
- Roy: Because I don't feel like one.
- Roy's Father: What do you feel like then... a woman?
- Roy: Yes.
- Roy's Father: Stupid bitches! You're mad. Come down here. Come on.
- [he scoffs at her appearance]
- Roy's Father: Some woman! You must be mad. Come here.
- [he smears he lipstick]
- Roy's Father: Now just look at yourself. Some woman. Thank God your Mother never lived to see this.
- Roy: Thank God she got away from you.
- Roy's Father: What did you say?
- Roy: You heard or are you deaf?
- Roy's Father: [he slaps her and knocks her down] Germans used to send people like you to the gas chambers.
- Roy: And decorate people like you.
- Roy's Father: By God I'm going to teach you!
- [he takes off his jacket]
- Roy's Father: Shut up! Shut up and go home!
- Lorna: You expect me to walk?
- Roy's Father: Yes.
- Lorna: Right.
- Roy's Father: If you say anything about this to anybody I'll murder you.
- Lorna: I'll leave you to put your little girl to bed!