Polly Jean Harvey: Goddamn Europeans.
Gordon Brown: So education, health, and helping people, that’s what I’m about.
Harvey: Soldiers fell like lumps of meat, blown and shot out beyond belief. Arms and legs were in the trees.
Brown: I know these things can happen.
Harvey: And some of us returned, and some of us did not.
Brown: But they shouldn’t be doing that, there is no life for people on the dole anymore.
Harvey: Date palms, orange and tangerine trees, and eyes are crying for everything.
Brown: Have you been at some of the children’s centres?
Harvey: I have seen and done and things I want to forget.
Brown: We’ve been trying to get people back quickly.
Harvey: With your lovely mouth.
Brown: A million people come in from Europe, but a million British people have gone into Europe; you do know there’s a lot of British people staying in Europe as well.
Harvey: Let’s head out to the fountain of death and splash about, swim back and forth, and laugh out loud.
Brown: And you’re wearing the right colour today!
Harvey: It was dull, and browny-red, “the colour of blood.” I fear it cannot be explained.
Brown: Well you should check it again just to be sure, to be absolutely sure.
Harvey: Four-hundred acres of useless beachfront.
Brown: The problem was that I was trying to deal.
Harvey: Bitter branches, spreading out. Waiting in the copses, with hearts that threatened to pop their boxes.
Brown: We had a whole mêlée of press around.
Harvey: When you rolled a smoke, or told a joke.
Brown: You’re a very good woman, you’ve served the community all your life.
Harvey: I cannot leave.