- [first lines]
- Amy: I want people to hear my voice and just forget their troubles for five minutes. I want to be remembered for being a singer for sell-out concerts and sell-out West End and Broadway shows. For just being me.
- Blake: Er... do you partake?
- Amy: No. Not for me. Class A drugs are for mugs.
- Blake: Oh, that's a really nice catchphrase. I thought you were rock n'roll.
- Amy: No. I'm jazz.
- Blake: Have you got an issue with it, then?
- Amy: Well, I'm not gonna call the police or anything. But I think it's stupid, yeah.
- Blake: Well, I think weed's stupid, so there you go. Plus, I don't think that you really think that I'm a mug, so, therefore, by my sheer existence... I've disproven your theory about Class A's and mugs, haven't I?
- Amy: Yeah, well... I haven't really thought about it like that before. Maybe it's a load of bollocks and you're still a mug.
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