Lady: Oh that's Peter Colt, the new pro. Once ranked 17th in the world.
Peter: Elventh!

Mr. Colt: Peter.
Peter: Yeah?
Mr. Colt: Remember I always told you that tennis was a gentlemen's game?
Peter: Yeah.
Mr. Colt: Total bullocks.

Lizzie: Hit this one and I'll sleep with you. *Peter hits the ball and it hits a judge* Too bad, you could have used the work out.

Peter: *about his component* Oh my gosh. Shouldn't he be off discovering maturbation or something?

Betting guy: You should be ashamed of yourself.
Carl: Yeah, but curiously, I'm not.

Dieter: Even when I'm taking a shit. I must do it exactly the same.
Peter: I've never thought of that. That's genious.

Lizzie: Good thing you didn't get the wrong room.
Peter: I did, but your dad is a very quick shag.

Peter: Thanks for the words of wisdom Ron. Shouldn't you be off sucking up to Jake?
Ron: I did that at breakfast.