Christine's husband: What about you, Will? Any desire for a family of your own yet?
Will: I'd rather eat one of Barney's dirty nappies. Not really, I'm all right.
Christine: Oh, please, Will! What does that mean?
Will: Oh, please, what?
Christine: Well, look at yourself. You're 38，and you've never had a job or a relationship that lasted longer than two months. I wouldn't exactly say you were okay. I would say you' re a disaster. I mean, what is the point of your life?
Will: Bloody hell. Well, no, you're probably right. There's probably no point of my life. But thank you for bringing it up.
Christine's husband:Well, the reason we wanted you to come here today was, well, we wanted to ask you.
Christine: How would you like to be Imogen's godfather?
Will: Listen , I' m really , really touched, but you must be joking. I couldn't possibly think of a worse godfather for Imogen. You know what I'm like. I'll drop her on her head at her christening. I'll forget all her birthdays until her 18th , when I'll take her out and get her drunk and possibly let's face it, you know, try and shag her. Seriously. It's a very, very bad choice.
Christine: Well, no, I just thought you had hidden depths , Will.
Will: Oh, no, no, no, no. You've always had that wrong. I really am this shallow.