I’m case you were wondering, that was me with my father. And this is where I live - not with him, but with my mother. It’s a long story. Well, not that long. He snagged the work experience girl and then left us. So, just clichéd, really. Plus, it only happened two years ago, which means I don’t even get the luxury of blaming my various personality defects on their divorce. Anyway, that’s how I ended up here - the very definition of suburbia. Safe, comforting, stifling, boring - and I couldn’t wait to **** leave. Maybe that’s unfair, as they do say that you never know what goes on behind the net curtains of suburbia. Although, in my friend Jay Cartwright’s case, you can have a pretty good guess.
The Inbetweeners Movie (2011) · 23 quotes
Most-quoted character in The Inbetweeners Movie (2011): in 21 of its 23 quotes
Most scenes with: Simon (10), Neil (8), Jay (6)
Scenes with Will
21 scenesIt was our last ever day of school, something my new stepmum had experienced only four years ago herself. So the head of Sixth was going to say a few inspirational words. And if ever there was a man for the job, it wasn’t lunatic giant Mr Gilbert.
Slightly more upbeat than I was expecting.
They say your school days are the best days of your life. But the only way that would be true for me would be if I went straight from school to prison and stayed there forever until I died.
So, that was it. We were no longer schoolboys. And to prove our independence, we were off on the holiday of a lifetime without our parents… after we’d made them pay for it.
Dads are like arseholes. Everyone’s got one, yes, but also, they’re arseholes. Which is why they make excellent cab drivers.
I was learning a lot about holidays. And not just what they did to Mrs Cooper’s front bottom. I was also learning that on a lads’ holiday, it’s compulsory to wear “hilarious” matching T-shirts.
Here y’are.
Nice!
Right, you owe me 12 quid each. Except for you, Will, you owe me 20.
What?! Why?
Cos I had to bung the bloke a few extra quid for him to make it.
Right, so I've got to pay more money for a T-shirt I didn’t ask for and I’m not going to wear, cos it carries a nickname I didn’t know I had?
Yes.
Great(!)
Malia flight?
Yep.
Delay, seven hours. And please remove those T-shirts, or we won’t allow you to board the plane.
Oi, Jay, Jay… Tidy minge, ten o’clock. Jay? Jay! Didn’t you see them girls? Why don’t you chirps ‘em?
Yeah, I can’t handle that many at once, Neil.
Really? What about that netball team?
Yeah, that was all right, cos that was a luxury caravan. But this coach is way too small for my moves.
Ah, course.
Right, so, the plan is get to the apartment, unpack, get some sleep then head out fresh tomorrow. First up, the Minoan Palace at Knossos.
Have you come on a lads’ holiday by mistake?! We haven’t come halfway round the world to look at some boring **** Greek ruins.
Yeah, you can see that shit anywhere.
Look, we get there, drop the bags off, then go straight out and get spasticated. Simples.
But I’ve not slept for 37 hours.
So shut up and try and get some sleep on here, then.
Fine, good idea.
When people now ask me if I like football, I say yes. I do like football. But not Burnley. Burnley can **** off.
Oh, Burn-a-ley is wonderful!
It was a tense moment. Someone was obviously staying here.
Right then, McKenzie party. This is you.
Good one, fellas! Don’t worry, it’ll look nice when it’s finished.
Oh, Burnley!
Oh, Burnley!
Is wonderful…
This don’t look like the pictures
I still don’t know how the dog died. I can only presume it threw itself in the well, rather than stay here.
You Willy?
Yes.
Your key. You have fun. But not too much fun. You shit on floor - 50 euro fine. Each time!
All right, lads! Are you stopping here?
Uh. Yes. We are.
Bad luck. I’ve just come back from Afghanistan, and conditions there are better than this shithole. I can’t wait to get back to lying in a dusty dench, being shot at by some raghead. Are you married?
No.
Don’t get married. The wife bought this, but somehow, it’s my **** fault. Anyway, pop down for a beer if you fancy. I’ll see youse later.
Steve! You owe me 50 euros!
As we entered our new home, wondering if our human rights had been breached, I couldn’t help thinking a shit on the floor might have cheered the place up a bit.
Shotgun this room!
Shotgun the sofa bed!
Well, where am I gonna sleep, then?!
Not really my problem.
What’s that? Is that the bath?
Course it’s not the bath, you **** idiot. There’s the bath there! That’s the…kids’ toilet.
Is it?
Yes!
Why’s it got a plughole and a tap, then?
Cos it’s for checking your kid’s shit before you flush it.
Ugh, that’s grim!
Yeah, I know. That’s the Continentals, innit? They’re dirty.
See? (pointing at the bathtub) That looks nice!
I’m not sleeping in a **** bathtub for two weeks, Simon! We’ll have to share the sofa bed.
Ooh, ‘ello! (Normal voice) Right, well, while you two decide who gets first go on each other’s ****, I’m getting ready and getting out there. The gash isn’t gonna **** itself, you know.
Charming(!)
Finally, smelling like an industrial accident at the Lynx factory, and looking like the world’s shittest boy band, we hit the town.
While Simon was seeing Carli everywhere, Jay was seeing some very lucky ladies.
She’d get it.
Most definitely!
Oh, and that one. She’d get it! And that one! And that one.
And that one. She’d get it.
Right in the bumholey.
I can’t believe I’ve already got a bird. Gutted.
So **** what?! All birds know - what goes on tour stays on tour.
No, I couldn’t do that to Nicole. I think I love her. And I never loved anything before apart from a car or a sandwich.
Ah, interesting.
Well, it must get going a bit later. She did say it was amazing.
And why would she lie?!
All right, mate. Four pints, four Jägermeisters and a fishbowl, please.
Sorry?
Er, when here party good?
In normally about an hour or two.
Oh. Well, as we’ve paid, maybe we should hang on, then?
But this year…never.
Okay, let’s go.
**** off! My bird’ll be down in a minute.
Do you mean the woman who’s clearly on commission to trick people into this empty bar?
No, I mean the little hottie outside I was flirting with.
I’ll take that as a yes, then.
I’m going nowhere till she’s sucked me off!
So you’re going nowhere.
Jay, we’re on holiday! I meant to be out there, trying to hit girls I think are beneath me but who, for their part, won’t give me the time of day! So, let’s go!
Ooh! Hello, hello! It’s those little lovelies from the coach!
I think they’re looking at us.
And not in a weird, terrified, “leave us alone” way. Amazing!
Jay, you’re drunkest. Go over and talk to them.
Nah. Not me, mate. None of them are as fit as my one outside. Why go for hamburgers when you’ve got steak at home?
If, like you, you have neither anywhere. It’s up to you, then, Si.
Oh, shit, really? I don’t know if I’m over Carli.
Ow! ****! Can you stop that?!
Yes, I can. When you stop being such a pussy about your ex. It’s time to get back on the horse now, Si. And those little ponies need feeding. Feed the pony.
Yeah, okay, I’ll introduce us, but we’ve all got to go over there.
Great.
You **** sad cases. You don’t just walk up to a girl in a club and introduce yourself! That’s creepy. Clubs have different rules, you dick. Look, you dance over near them, make the eyes, then get ‘em to dance with you.
Really?!
Annoyingly, that does sound right.
Thank you! And then, after a bit, you stand up to them, pretend to slap ‘em and **** ‘em up the arse.
That might be a bit much.
Yeah, I dunno.
Oh, **** hell, I’ll do it.
What about Nicole?
It’s only dancing, she likes my dancing. Stick with me, you’ll be fine.
Right, then, Si. Looks like the holiday starts here.
Am I doing it right? Am I in time?
Maybe a bit out, but not so you’d notice. Copy Neil.
Neil was a man of few words, but even for him, this was ridiculous. Not that I was faring that much better myself.
So, do this place hire you out as some sort of avant-garde dance troupe to scare the customers off?
No. I lost my mind and agreed to come here on holiday. What’s your excuse?
Sort of similar. I came out here earlier this summer and fell crazy in love with a gorgeous local, so now I’m back.
Hilarious. Course you did. What was he, a barman or a waiter?
Waiter.
Brilliant. Was he called Stavros?
Nicos.
Too good. I bet he’s different to all the boys back home!
Yeah. He understands women, for one.
I’m sure he does. Must get enough practice.
Not only had Jay not offered to buy Jane a drink, he’d now stopped paying for his own. Meanwhile, Simon was on a roll.
So then Carli said we needed some space. And uni’s coming up, so maybe she’s right.
Sorry, who’s right?
Carli?
Who?
Carli, my ex?
You went out with a girl called Carli? You should’ve said(!)
What? I did! That’s all I’ve been talking about. Oh!
Yes, I was joking!
Sorry for going on about her. I usually get a smack in the balls to stop me.
What?!
Um, nothing.
The next morning, I was woken up by what sounded like Bigfoot having an asthma attack.
Simon… Simon!
Christ, it’s like a sauna in here. Have you got any water?
What the **** is that noise?
I think it’s Neil.
Oh, no, not the dinner lady from last night!
Smooth me lover.
Spunk all over me bastard tits.
Well, it’s her or Johnny Vegas.
**** smack it! Smack it, you little prick! (slaps) Is that all you’ve got?
Interesting question.
This is beyond creepy.
Bite it. Spit on it! Twist it right **** off!
Okay, I’m getting out of here!
Harder!
Unsurprisingly, the girls’ hotel was nicer than our hotel. There are North Korean prison camps which are nicer than our hotel. But, like a North Korean prison camp, it was overcrowded, so we had nowhere to sit.
What about there?
They’ve got towels on them, Neil.
So?
That means people have bagsied them. We can’t take those.
**** that!
No, Jay, we can’t!
Watch me! It’s probably just a load of Kratus that got down early in the morning to reserve ‘em.
That towel’s got Finding Nemo on it.
Oh. What, so Nazis can’t like Disney too?
Jay!
Besides, I really need a lie down. My head’s more **** than Neil's dad’s arsehole.
Jay, please!
Jay and Neil were off to, as they put it, “check out the chicas”. But I had a serious problem. In the absence of my mother, or a teacher, I needed help with my sunblock.
I’m going to sell my clothes.
Oh, you’re having a breakdown.
She means so much to me, Will, I don’t care about anything else. If I can get enough money together, I can buy a ticket for the boat party off someone, somehow, whatever it costs. Money is all I need.
I agree with you on money, but who’s going to buy your clothes? No of fence, but you dress appallingly.
Are you going to help or just constantly undermine me?
Bit of both, I’d imagine.
Fine.
Do you think Alison likes me?
It was the day of the boat party, and it looked like literally everyone in Malia had a ticket. Well, everyone except me and Simon, whose mood was now bluer than his balls.