MAYA: I like aristocratic British boys. I think I shall marry a graduate from Eton and Cambridge.
DAD: But gay affairs are compulsory at Eton.
MAYA: I am sure it is not in the rules.
DAD: It's like the Navy, it's understood. Three days out of port and after the tuck box runs empty...
MAYA: You are to give me lots of money for lunch now.
DAD: Is this lots of money actually because you want to buy piles of sweets, or because you're fining me for traumatising you?
DAD: Good, 'cause I wouldn't want to think we'd like, given you an eating disorder.
MAYA: More money. So much trauma. Cannot cope.