Angela:. My Foot Hurts

Angela:. My foot hurts.

Jimmy: Your foot?

Angela: These bleeding shoes.

Jimmy: Where you going?

Angels West End.

Jimmy: You want a plaster?

Angela: You what?

Jimmy: A plaster. For your foot?

Angela: What are you talking about you, eh?

Jimmy: It's all right. It's just that I keep plasters in my car. If you wanted a plaster for your foot you could have one.

Angela: I’ve been walking for nine hours.

Jimmy: (finding a plaster for her) You ought to get yourself a more sturdy set off footwear if that's the kind of walking you're doing. Get some Timberland. Or Caterpillar. Fineshoes.

Angela: I come here all the time. They have the best coffee in King's Cross.

Jimmy: This is a very unusual situation.

Angela: I'm a very unusual person.

Jimmy: I don't often find myself sharing cups of coffee with the fares.

Angela: Is that what you call them?

Jimmy: What?

Angela: People who you give lifts to? You call them a 'fare'?

Jimmy: Yeah.

Angela: That's very impersonal.

Jimmy: Don't take it the wrong way. I meet a lot of people.

Angela: Do you know any card tricks?

Jimmy: No. I can eat fire but card tricks I know nothing about.

Angela: Would you like to see a card trick?

Jimmy: Only if I can be your beautiful assistant.

Angela: I'll bet you the fare you can't work out how I do it.

Jimmy: Get to fuck.

Angela: All right. I'll bet you half the fare.

Jimmy: Do you do this with every taxi driver you get?

Angela: Pick a card.

Jimmy: {picking a card} Because if you do you mustn't get very far.

Angela: Don't tell me what it is.

Jimmy:'Cause, I mean, you'll be stopping and stanine every five minutes.

Angela: Now put it back in the pack and shuffle it. Don't let me see what it is.

Jimmy: (following her instructions} I'm not ordinarily a gambling man, you understand.

Angela: Now cut. [He does) And turn over the top card. That was your card. The queen of hearts. Am I right?
Jimmy: Yeah. You're right.

Angela: Is that half the fare then?

Jimmy: Go on.

Angela: Funny.

Jimmy: What?

Angela: Most people normally lie.

Jimmy: I'm a disarmingly honest person.

Angela: You're Mancunian, aren't you?

Jimmy: As drizzle.

Angela: I like Mancunians.

Jimmy: All of them?

Angela:M'ancunians are very sensitive.

Jimmy: Jesus.

Angela: I had a Mancunian boyfriend once.

Jimmy: What happened to him?

Angela: He killed himself.

Jimmy: Fucking hell.

Angela: Jumped off a bridge over the M25.

Jimmy: Christ.