It's a monumental farce, isn't it? You sitting there with your friendly name tag on your chest, Ann, opposite a sick man looking for nonexistent jobs, that I can't take anyway. Wasting my time, employers' time, your time. And all it does is humiliate me, grind me down. Or is that the point, to get my name off those computers? Well, I'm not doing it any more. I've had enough. I want my date for my appointment for my appeal for Employment and Support.

They call this a "pauper's funeral" because it's the cheapest slot, at 9:00. But Dan wasn't a pauper to us. He gave us things that money can't buy. When he died, I found this on him. He always used to write in pencil. And he wanted to read it at his appeal but he never got the chance to. And I swear that this lovely man, had so much more to give, and that the State drove him to an early grave. And this is what he wrote. I am not a client, a customer, nor a service user. I am not a shirker, a scrounger, a beggar, nor a thief. I'm not a National Insurance Number or blip on a screen. I paid my dues, never a penny short, and proud to do so. I don't tug the forelock, but look my neighbour in the eye and help him if I can. I don't accept or seek charity. My name is Daniel Blake. I am a man, not a dog. As such, I demand my rights. I demand you treat me with respect. I, Daniel Blake, am a citizen, nothing more and nothing less. Thank you.

A man does not become emperor by bloodline alone. It must be taken by force and kept by force! Are you such a man as this?

I've become well versed in losing the things I love.

Benitez : I am what God made me.

Je repense à votre sermon. Je sais ce que c'est que d'exister... entre les certitudes de notre monde.

Bien que nous, les sœurs, soyons censées être invisibles, Dieu nous a néanmoins donné des yeux et des oreilles.

Almut: What's the rush?

Tobias: Because I'm worried that's there's a very distinct and real possibility that I am about to fall in love with you.

Almut: [after running Tobias over] The chocolate orange was pronounced dead at the scene.

Tobias: So sorry, but do we know each other?

Almut: Oh. Yeah... No. Um... sorry... I... I, I ran you over.

Tobias: Oh.

Almut: Sorry.

Tobias: It's all right.