Paul Bettany: Peter Colt

Wimbledon

Peter Colt

Lizzie Bradbury: [Peter has just snuck into Lizzie's bedroom] Good thing you didn't get the wrong window.
Peter Colt: I did, but your dad's a very quick shag.

Peter Colt: [Overviewing London with Lizzie] One day, none of this will be ours.
[they both laugh]

Peter Colt: My parents are still together, which proves that love isn't just blind, it's bloody stupid.

Mary Carillo: What do you attribute this remarkable run to?
Peter Colt: Well, I had a bit of luck against Tom Cavendish in the quarters, and I played a more focused game, passionate game... But I suppose the real answer to your question... is... well, love. Really.
Mary Carillo: Love of the game?
Peter Colt: Yeah, love of the game... But listen, you may have read about Lizzie Bradbury and myself being... involved, so to speak... but I'd like to take this opportunity to set the record straight. I read the papers this morning, and they seemed to imply that Lizzie had let me down in some way. That's just not the case. The truth is I let her down. I let her down, and for that, I will always be truly sorry. Listen, I'm not in the habit of pouring my heart out on television. Or pouring my heart out at all... forgive me. Lizzie Bradbury... Lizzie is the reason that I'm here today. That's all I really came here to say, so thank you.
Mary Carillo: Thank you, Peter.

Lizzie Bradbury: I can't imagine ever wanting to get married.
Peter Colt: No. No. I mean that's why we love the tour, isn't it? There's always another country, another airport...
Lizzie Bradbury: Another girl.
Peter Colt: That's right, Lesley.
[Lizzie grabs his fingers and bends them back]
Peter Colt: Lizzie! I meant Lizzie.

member tennis club: Oh look, there's Peter Colt, the new pro. Once ranked 17 in the world
Peter Colt: ELEVENTH!
[speaks to self]
Peter Colt: Once ranked eleventh in the world

Peter Colt: [after seeing Lizzie in shower] Yes, goodbye, and may I say good body? Luck! Oh, shit! I meant... shit!
[goes towards a door and opens it]
Peter Colt: Ah, lovely kitchen.
[Lizzie points to other door]
Lizzie Bradbury: That way.

[last lines]
Peter Colt: [voiceover] Nothing could possibly match that moment. It's everything you wait a lifetime for. That dream finally come true. What else could ever come close? Except this, maybe.
[Seeing his child playing tennis with Lizzie]
Peter Colt: I did take a job at a club, but teaching young kids like my own, not old ladies. And I love it.
Lizzie Bradbury: I beat you!
Peter Colt: Rubbish, the ball was in, it was... Ow!
[His child hits him with a raquet]
Peter Colt: [voiceover] Well most of the time. A part of me was afraid my life would be over if I wasn't playing tennis. The truth is, it was really just beginning. Oh, and by the way, Lizzie did win the US Open. And Wimbledon. Twice.

Peter Colt: [he is climbing a wall to get in to Lizzie's room and a dog is barking at him] I'll jump! Do you want to have that on your conscience?
[dog quietens]
Peter Colt: Thank you.

Peter Colt: Presently ranked 119th in the world. Sport is cruel. Now I know it doesn't sound too bad. Four million tennis players in the world, and I'm 119th. But what that really means is this - 118 guys out there are faster, stronger, better and younger. And it gets you thinking.

[first lines]
Peter Colt: [voiceover] We all start off in life with a dream, don't we? For a tennis player, it's being in the final of a Grand Slam, Centre Court, a high lob... a smash. Game, set and match. You're a champion. You're number one. But for most tennis players, that's all it ever is: a dream. The reality is another story. My story. Now, you see that good-looking fella? No, no that kid in white, the other tired good-looking fella. Yeah, him. Well, that's me. British Davis Cup, long time ago. Two singles titles, even longer ago. Presently ranked 119th in the world. Sport is cruel. I know it doesn't sound too bad: four million tennis players in the world and I'm the 119th, but what that really means is this: 118 guys out there are faster, stronger, better and younger... and it gets you thinking. These young guys: where do they get the energy, the focus? No fear. The one thing you can't have is fear, and for the first time in my life, I'm afraid. Not of losing. I'm not even afraid of the kid. I'm afraid of what happens if that ball keeps going by me. What happens than?

Lizzie Bradbury: I said I love you.
Peter Colt: See, that's very good news. I thought I was alone in the love department.
Lizzie Bradbury: Well, turns out you've got company.

Dennis Bradbury: Look, Peter, I got nothing against ya personally, you seem like a nice guy and ah...
Peter Colt: Oh, good.
Dennis Bradbury: I'm not an idiot, I know Lizzie likes to have her fun, keeps her relaxed, if you were just another easy... Y'know, well that would be one thing but you're not, are you?
Peter Colt: [hesitates] As matter of fact, I was incredibly easy.

Dieter Prohl: I suppose, in a few thousand years, the English will evolve webbed feet.
Peter Colt: Yes, just about the same time the first German evolves a sense of humor.
Dieter Prohl: No, no, no. That's unfair. Many times I make you laugh.
Peter Colt: No, I'm laughing at you, not with you.
Dieter Prohl: Ha, ha.

Peter Colt: [on the phone] Lizzy, listen, dont say a word, I was thinking a repeat of the other night; like fish and chips, early to bed... *gasps* Mr Bradbury! Hello... Mr Bradbury?... damn...

Peter Colt: Aren't we gonna have a workout?
Lizzie Bradbury: I thought we just had one.
[they've just had sex]
Peter Colt: [as they go for a jog] Now, are you sure about this? I usually do 10 miles.
Lizzie Bradbury: Why are you running behind me?
Peter Colt: I'm just enjoying the view.

[Hammond's ball hits the ball boy after an ace]
Peter Colt: [thinking] Oh, you bastard. It's one thing to humiliate me, but you didn't have to mess with the boy. Now, you're going down, you bastard.
[Hammond serves a few aces]
Peter Colt: Or maybe not.
Chair Umpire: Colt to serve.