School is back in session. Sex Education S2 is back for a new term tomorrow. pic.twitter.com/Rjo6U17x4H
— Netflix UK & Ireland (@NetflixUK) January 16, 2020
Netflix original comedy Sex Education dropped its 2nd season last Friday January 17th, 2020.
#SexEducation
has yet to be renewed for a third season.
rottentomatoes: 94%
metacritic: 79
imdb: 8.3
Otis Milburn
Otis Milburn navigates young love outside of Newport, Wales.
“Ah! Mum! Oh, I’m sorry! Ah! Fuck! Stop! Mum. Okay, great. Can we please not talk about it? Mum! Understood. I will not do it again. I promise. Will do. I have got to go.” — Otis Milburn
“I think I have a problem. My body has complete control over me. It’s not normal. Last night I looked at some cheese, and I got an erection. Brie. But I swear, it could have been anything. The other day, I was riding my bike, and I got a boner out of nowhere. Nothing but trees around me. Yeah, how did you know? Ola and I are taking things slow. I don’t know. It’s a lot of pressure, all right? I have all the theory, but in practice, I know nothing. I thought you said it was normal.” — Otis Milburn
“Nope. That is okay. It’s a new term. No more clinic, no more drama. Knowing everyone’s secret sex shame isn’t going to make me popular. Um, maybe don’t mention the whole clinic thing to Ola. She might think it’s weird. Hey. How are you feeling? You nervous? What is going on? You can’t catch chlamydia from the air. You have to have had sexual contact with a carrier. Simon. Simon! That is highly unethical. So do I. Yes. Yes, let’s hang. Let’s hang. See you. Bye. Stop that. I’m not giving out advice anymore, but do not rub bleach anywhere on your body. Go to your GP. Okay, it’s Otis, and if infected genital fluids got into your eye, then, yes, you can have chlamydia of the eye. It’s probably conjunctivitis, but I’m not giving advice anymore, so go to your doctor, please. Why, it’s… it’s not the same without Maeve. You never did business studies. Let me guess, you think you have chlamydia? Well, the taste of semen varies from person to person. I can only suggest you have a healthy and balanced diet. However, I’m not giving advice anymore, so you’ll have to get help somewhere else. Listen, Maeve has moved on, and so have I. That’s it. Okay? End of story. I’m not running.” — Otis Milburn
“It is highly unlikely that this many people have chlamydia. I think it’s classic case of mass hysteria. I’ve got to go. Sorry. Excuse me. Sorry. Sorry. I told you I have a problem. Hey? You all right? I’m not giving out advice anymore, but I don’t actually think anyone has chlamydia, it’s just mass hysteria. Okay, um, this is Eric. He’s in charge of appointments. He’ll book you in.” — Otis Milburn
“Right. Why do you guys think it was Fiona that give you chlamydia? Can we please stop slut-shaming Fiona? She has had a full sexual health checkup and is clear of STIs, and neither of you have slept with her, so I don’t understand how you could possibly think she gave it to you. Stop. Stop! Even if Fiona had chlamydia, which she doesn’t, you cannot catch an STI from a pitch whistle. You guys are sexually active, right? With multiple partners? Great. Well, I’m going to need both of you to make a list of everyone you’ve had recent sexual contact with so we can find out who it really was. then you can start telling it wasn’t Fiona. Names.” — Otis Milburn
“So we’ve spoken to Luke Hanratty and Niall Spencer, and they’ve both been tested. They’re clear. Martha said she only kissed Tom Baker, so we can cross him off the list. What? Ah. So there’s only one more name on this list. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! J-dog, it’s O-Town. Well… it would seem that… you had relations with Martha and Gwen who then both had chlamydia. So I’m just trying to– no. I believe you. Uh, yeah, you’re good. I mean, I haven’t seen her. Shut up.” — Otis Milburn
“Is this okay? That is okay. I don’t know. Just… keep… no. No. It’s not you. Just, maybe… I don’t know. I don’t know. Sorry. I can’t. Ah! Fuck! Mum! What? What the fuck? What the fuck is going on? Relationship? My mum doesn’t date. Tell him, mum. What, you mean like having casual sex? You’re dating my girlfriend’s dad. I just starting to feel like a normal teenager, and now you go and make me feel like a freak, again!” — Otis Milburn
“Dude! Well, we’ve spoken to all of them, and they all say they’re clear. We need to talk to the girls again. I do not want to talk about it. No. Okay, um… so, Ola and I tried to, you know– no, but we tried to do more than kissing, and she– and I couldn’t– so now I’m wondering whether maybe I’ve masturbated so much that my penis has run out of erections. Eric, it’s not funny. Who goes there? Oh.” — Otis Milburn
“You’re back. Changed your hair. How’ve you been? I… miss you. Yeah. Okay. What? I know. Girls, okay. Sorry to interrupt. Can you just stop fighting? Stop it. What? Why didn’t you tell them? It is not shameful to have chlamydia, but it’s wrong to lie about it. We all have flaws, and our bodies do things we have no control over. But we can always control being truthful. I think you deserve better than to be someone’s secret, Owen. But you have to be honest with you sexual partners in the future. I didn’t ask to be therapized.” — Otis Milburn
“Hey. Yeah. Yeah. Um… look, I’m sorry. I think I’m addicted to wanking, ’cause I’ve only just started, but I can’t seem to stop, and I think I might have broken my penis because I do it too much. That’s why it wasn’t working. If you want to break up with me, I understand. Yeah. Oh!” — Otis Milburn
“Which is why it’s over. I thought you wanted to be involved for the status. Hey. Do you want your old job back? I need you. Because we’re good at it. And… I’m learning things, which I know sounds crazy, but it’s true. Come on. I’ll up your cut, 55 percent. Sixty. Yeah. It’s good to be back in business.” — Otis Milburn
“It’s about making an effort to take little steps to meet her halfway.” — Otis Milburn
“Hey, Maeve. I know you can’t answer this right now because I’m watching you on live TV. But I wanted to know how proud of you I am. And how unbelievably stupid I’ve been. You telling me you had feelings for me was… was all I wanted to hear, and… I was so caught up in trying to do the right thing, I lost track of what that actually is. It’s you. It’s always been you. I love you, Maeve. Call me back. I hope it’s not too late–” — Otis Milburn
Dr. Jean Milburn
“I’ll be ten minutes, love. Otis! What? I forgot my wallet. What happened yesterday… absolutely nothing to be ashamed of. Masturbating is normal and healthy, and I am so proud that you are at this stage of your pubescent development. However, there is a time and a place for such a… private activity. And I’m not sure the car, it being a shared space, is the most appropriate choice for such an event to occur. Revealing one’s genetalia in public is also a criminal offense. Also, I’ve noticed you’ve been taking very long showers lately. Now, I know that the bathroom is a… safe environment in which to enjoy oneself, but I live here too, and I also need hot water. So if you could please… keep that in mind. Isn’t it wonderful, how we’ve been talking so much more openly and honestly. Bye, darling. Love you. The coast is clear. We will, just not yet. Things have only just… settled down between Otis and I, and… well, he’s not ready yet. Mmm.” — Jean Milburn
“Is that true, Tim? Did you tell Clara that you enjoyed the dog’s company more than hers? Can you elaborate?” — Jean Milburn
“Certain. Hurry up. Otis! Darling. We didn’t want our relationship to affect your relationship. Jakob and I are dating. Darling, it’s… not just casual. Is there anything you want to say? This is a safe space. You can express any negative feelings. Otis.” — Jean Milburn
“How will you be re-educating them on safer sex practices? I believe what we’re dealing with here is an outbreak of STI hysteria, rather than an outbreak of chlamydia. You cannot catch this disease through breathing. It is spread through genital fluids exchanged during unprotected sex. However, it is the misinformation about the disease that’s hugely problematic. It comes shrouded in shame and misunderstanding. And is precisely how this kind of hysteria is spread. So, how will you be addressing that? Well, with all due respect, sir, your curriculum isn’t working. As a sexual health professional, may I suggest that you look into tailoring your program to give our teenagers the correct tools to be able to free themselves from this unwarranted stigma? The three Ts. Trust. Talking. And truth. No, no, no.” — Jean Milburn
“Otis, too long! No! Oh, God. Jean Milburn speaking. Well, I can recommend some great people to help revamp the curriculum if you’d like.” — Jean Milburn
Maeve Wiley
“Sir, I’ve covered your pretzel in chocolate three times now. You’ve got to be kidding me. Uh… I can see you. Yes, I know who you are. What do you want?” — Maeve Wiley
“Half sister. So you got her back then? Yeah. …you’ve harmed in the past. We’ve been here before, Erin. So nice of you to fit me into your schedule. I think you’ll find quite a lot has changed, Erin. Do you know what? I don’t really feel like making amends this time. You’re not supposed to smoke in front of children. They’re hideous. Where are you getting money for gifts from? Please don’t tell me you shagged your sponsor. You’re unbelievable. Does Jimbo know about me and Sean? Of course he doesn’t. Nope. I’m still at school. I’m not going to be a drop-out like you. Your promises don’t mean shit anymore, Erin. I quit.” — Maeve Wiley
“Okay, please hear me out. I know you don’t think so, but I deserve a second chance at this school. The things you said about my family are true, and I messed up, but I don’t want to be like them. I know I have more in me than that. I believe that I’m an asset to your institution. These are the student essays that make your grade average so high. I wrote every single one of them. Read them and see. If you let me back in, I won’t tell everyone that your school is full of cheats. Just visiting. Perceptive. You better get to class.” — Maeve Wiley
“I’ve just seen Carl Mason use your car as a skate ramp. Good afternoon, Moordale. It’s you ex-resident cockbiter, Maeve Wiley, speaking. Here to read some of your brilliant, prize-winning essays. Let’s start with Ruby Matthews’ A-star essay on Shakespeare’s relationship to female empowerment. It’s a real belter, isn’t it, Ruby? Except you wouldn’t know, because I wrote it. Okay, so… ‘it’s most useful to examine this topic through the theme of marriage, as this is the framework within which the majority of Shakespeare’s female protagonists are permitted to function. The women in both Othello and Much Ado aim to take control over whom they marry or if they must marry at all. Desdemona’s decision to marry Othello against her father’s wishes was so singular that it was almost transcendent.’ Well, I’ve got nothing to lose, have I? Nothing. Just reading some non-plagiarized, top-line, A-star essays for shits and giggles. Would you like to tell her, or shall I?” — Maeve Wiley
“Eric! What the hell’s going on? Why isn’t Owen’s name on here? That kid. Yeah, Gwen and Martha have been sleeping with him for ages. He’s always crying in the toilets ’cause they’re trying to keep it a secret. Because I know everything. Otis needs help.” — Maeve Wiley
“Hi. Do you need some help? Okay. I’m Maeve, and I don’t like noise. Hi. Back? I created it. Now I’m not interested. You never wanted to do this in the first place, Otis. Why not just drop it? Seventy. Deal. This is entirely about the money.” — Maeve Wiley
“Because everyone always lets me down.” — Maeve Wiley
“Why celebrate the day I got pushed out of some random vagina against my will?” — Maeve Wiley
“Yeah, you can come in, but we’re not gonna pretend everything’s okay, ’cause it’s not.” — Maeve Wiley
“This isn’t really my scene, to be honest. Uh… I don’t know. Reading a book somewhere alone.” — Maeve Wiley
Jakob Nyman
“Thank you. We have to tell them, Jean. Okay, but soon.” — Jakob Nyman
“Are you sure there’s no one in? I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Your mother and I are dating. It’s all right. He’ll come around. This is a good thing.” — Jakob Nyman
“You are very sexy when you’re passionate.” — Jakob Nyman
“Stop kissing my daughter! Just kidding. I’m here to see your mum.” — Jakob Nyman
“No more hot water, I’m afraid. I’ll look at your boiler if you like. Smoothie?” — Jakob Nyman
Ola Nyman
“Hi. Yeah, a little bit. Is there anything I should know about? Why does it look like The Walking Dead in here? I’ve got to go and meet my chaperone, but I’ve got a free period after lunch. Do you want to hang at mine? Okay, see you later. Bye.” — Ola Nyman
“I’m looking for my chaperone. Oh. I love Tank Girl. Okay. Thanks. But he likes my dungarees. Oh, my God. Which group is he in?” — Ola Nyman
“Yes! Is that okay? Why isn’t it working? Is it me? Why isn’t it getting hard? I’m sorry. Please just come back. Otis! The stairs! Are you okay? Dad? Otis.” — Ola Nyman
“Hi. We need to talk. What’s going on with you? Ah. Okay. You’re very unusual, Otis, but I don’t want to break up with you. It’s all new for both of us. We’ll just figure it out together. Okay? Sorry. Which group is Maeve in?” — Ola Nyman
Eric Effoing
“You have discovered the wonders of your own penis, my friend. It’s normal. What type of cheese? Corduroy trousers? Too much friction. Why are you wanking so much? You’ve got a girlfriend now. Dude, you have the untapped sexual knowledge of a tantric master. What are you waiting for? So what if Ola finds out about your wank problem?” — Eric Effoing
“Still no word from Maeve then? You can’t give up. Think of all the status you’re throwing away. No, it’s going to make you all-powerful. ‘Cause it was weird. Oh, you guys are super cute, but stop now, it’s disgusting. Um, no, not really. Nothing interesting ever happens around here. Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah. Yeah! Yeah! We all know what ‘hang’ is code for. It’s time to put the theory into practice, my friend. You never know– oh, my God. Uh, you have to help them. Why? Her job is so easy. It’s just booking appointments and taking money. I’ll do it for you. I got a B plus in business studies last year. That’s irrelevant. Admit it. You like giving advice. Oh! Why are you running from your true calling? It’s literally in your DNA, Otis. Otis!” — Eric Effoing
“Apparently Fiona Brady is patient zero. She had an orgy at music camp, and it spread from there. Oh, my God. They are butchering Jermaine Stewart. Ooh! Nice wank? Jesus is Lord. Yeah. Yeah, sorry. I thought I just saw someone, but… I don’t have a diary yet, but I’ll just use the natural organizational skills of my brain.” — Eric Effoing
“Okay. Oh, my God. Otis. Otis. Otis. Otis! The hottest man I’ve ever seen just walked past me, and you missed it because of chlamydia. Really? We were wondering why you gave the acapella group chlamydia. We were wondering– yes. That’s exactly what we want, Jackson Marchetti. Come on. Thank you. He’s clear. He’s clear. Ooh. Why does Jackson hate you now? Dude, you’re erect again! Was it the chlamydia or Jackson that gave you a hard-on? Oh, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow.” — Eric Effoing
“Otis, Otis. Okay, so… you know the whole natural organizational skills of my brain thing? Yeah, well, you’ve got three appointment today, I don’t know where, what time, or with who. I’m sorry. Don’t come for me, man. I’m gonna start writing it down. Who’s next on the chlamydia list? Well, at least we tried, man. Rumors die down eventually. Speaking of dirty, sexy times, how did things go with Ola yesterday? Why, what happened? Something very bad happened. What? Have sex? Wanked you off? Get hard. You should wash your hands, you dirty pig! Right, well, I hope you’re okay. What an odd little man.” — Eric Effoing
“Otis! Debbie, get out of the way. Otis. We need to do something. They’ll kill each other, right? When I say ‘we,’ I mean ‘you.’ Go! Go! Okay, so, Gwen and Martha think that Fiona gave them chlamydia, but she’s clear. So we checked all the boys they slept with and they’re clear too. Look. Oh, my God. Jesus be with him. Who’s Owen? What? Pointless acapella kid? How do you know that? Oh, my God. Time to do something. No… Otis! Otis? Otis. Excuse me. Excuse me. Speak up. Okay, speak from the diaphragm. Okay? Go on. Owen has something to tell you, don’t you, Owen? Uh-huh. Why didn’t you tell them? It was wrong to lie about it. That’s all they’re asking for. Uh, I think that we’ve had quite enough of you today. Go on. Owen. Uncalled for and unnecessary.” — Eric Effoing
“Hi, Headmaster Groff. I was just wondering when Adam would be back? Oh. Okay. Thank you.” — Eric Effoing
“Dude, I think we’ve cured chlamydia. You do realize you can’t do what you do without Maeve? She’s the key to your whole weird operation. I’ve known you since you were nine years old, and you’re never happier than when you’re talking to people about their genitals. I’m doing all right on my own. Talk… to… her. Do it.” — Eric Effoing
Lily Iglehart
“Hello, I’m Lily. Yeah. It’s criminally underrated. There’s two black-hooded rats mating in the biology lab, if you wanted to go and see after assembly. They have surprisingly large phalluses.” — Lily Iglehart
“The sober virgins enjoy Tolstoy and saving themselves for marriage. The bong rats can’t remember their own names and still think farts are the height of comedy. The Untouchables rule over us with an iron fist of terror. Don’t make eye contact. He doesn’t like anyone’s dungarees. I don’t know, but I think I just had a very small orgasm.” — Lily Iglehart
“She was kind of a loner until she started running that sex clinic thing with Otis, and then they would hang out all the time. I wonder if they’ll do it again now she’s back?” — Lily Iglehart
“Human boys are so fragile.” — Lily Iglehart
Aimee Gibbs
“Oh, shit.” — Aimee Gibbs
Ruby Matthews
“Enjoy the poverty shuttle.” — Ruby Matthews
“He will be my boyfriend, okay?” — Ruby Matthews
“Have you gone goth, cockbiter?” — Ruby Matthews
“Why is he talking to her? Do they like ugly noses in France? I like your shirt too, Eric.” — Ruby Matthews
Olivia
“He’s from France. And I heard he’s a son of a Middle Eastern prince. Hmm. Yeah.” — Olivia
Anwar
“Nice dungarees. I head he’s Kim Kardashian’s secret adopted brother.” — Anwar
“I think you’re lost. Pretzel Parlor’s back at the mall.” — Anwar
“Yeah. I mean, it’s not completely hideous.” — Anwar
Jackson Marchetti
“I know. I need to be better. Yeah. I need to get to assembly, okay?” — Jackson Marchetti
“Ah, it’s Otis. What do you want? Pardon? I never have sex without protection. I’ve also been tested. Would you like to see the results? Yeah, but here we are. Thank you for taking such an active interest in my sex life. Oh, say hi to Maeve for me.” — Jackson Marchetti
“You’re right, mum. I haven’t been focused. But I really want to see this through, and I’m going to make you proud. Both of you. I promise. Now please, just… just stop fighting.” — Jackson Marchetti
“Good form, man. Yes. Nice. Let’s go. Nice. Fuck! Shit! Bollocks! Shit!” — Jackson Marchetti
“Mum, I’m fine. I’m fine. I just wasn’t concentrating. It was a stupid accident, okay?” — Jackson Marchetti
“‘Arise fair sun, and kill the envious moon, who is already sick and pale with grief, that thou, her maid, art far more fair than she. Be not her maid, for she is envious… …is sick and green. And none but fools do wear it. Cast it off.'” — Jackson Marchetti
“…there’s something to be jealous of. So, when he texts you… he will definitely text you. And you will definitely make him wait at least two and a half hours for a response. Only at the start. Eventually, you will just like each other for your personalities. I did. I liked someone quite a lot. Why are you so chippy? I really liked Maeve, you know. It’s just the feeling, isn’t it? I can’t really explain it. ‘Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, and therefore, is winged Cupid painted blind.’ Yeah, you know. So, I’ve been reading his other plays. Not sure about all the pixie stuff, but he’s all right. Sorry, did you just give me a compliment just then? Or– yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever. It’s all right. Hey, Viv? I do see you, by the way. I see a girl that gave Dex her number. Two and a half hours.” — Jackson Marchetti
“You do know Maeve broke up with me because she’s in love with you, right? And you’re still now with her. Enjoy the clean up, yeah?” — Jackson Marchetti
Headmaster Groff
“Yes, we are fully aware of the outbreak. I can assure you it’s, uh… …under control. Ah, can I call you back, Mrs. Hanratty? Show her in. Quickly! Quickly! And take that thing off. Ah! Maxine! What a pleasure to see you. Pick… no, no, no. Everything is completely under control. W… hm. Well, I am organizing an… emergency parents’ assembly tonight. Uh, we will nip this in the bud. Call all the parents, emergency assembly tonight.” — Headmaster Groff
“Good evening, parents of Moordale. No one is dying. Well, we are encouraging all the students to get treated with antibiotics, and we will be re-educating them on safer sex practices. Uh, everything is fine. Well, by re-educating them on safer sex… …practices. We will be returning to our tried and tested sex education curriculum. And what exactly are those tools? Yes… thank you. Yes, fine.” — Headmaster Groff
“Uh, no. No, no, no, no. Chlamydia. Smallpox doesn’t exist anymore, Mrs. Gibbs. Can I call you back? Wiley, you’re barred from campus. How so? Leave my office immediately. I will call the police if you do not leave my office immediately. What? Wiley, get out. Wiley! A very silly tradition that we must stop immediately. Miss Sands. You– excuse me, please. Excuse me now. Understood. He won’t be. Do not worry, Eric. My son will no longer be making your life difficult.” — Headmaster Groff
Superintendent Maxine Tarrington
“In a bit of a pickle, are we? I don’t want to see ‘Moordale Chlamydia Outbreak’ as a headline in the papers tomorrow. So what are we doing to neutralize this? Very good. I’m walking now.” — Maxine Tarrington
“This is a shitshow. What exactly is happening here? What is she talking about? So you get students to read out essays in the middle of class time? An STI outbreak, mass class interruption. I’m sorry, what’s next? Little monkeys instead of teachers? Creationism? It’s anarchy. Oh…” — Maxine Tarrington
“This institution is in disarray, and if you don’t pull it together, you’ll no longer be headmaster. I’ll be checking in every month, and I expect to see a turnaround. Good.” — Maxine Tarrington
“Jean. MAxine Tarrington here, Moordale’s chairman. Sorry to call so early. I was at the parents’ assembly, and I agree with everything you said. The state of our sex education is appalling. It needs a rethink. Or you could do it.” — Maxine Tarrington
Mr. Hendricks
“Yeah! Let’s hear it for… Asking For Treble! Earth-shattering stuff, huh?” — Mr. Hendricks
“That’s what we need! Right there. Whoo!” — Mr. Hendricks
“Masks off, everyone. Jesus. Go and see if she’s okay. Come on. Okay, who wants to know about molecules? Fight!” — Mr. Hendricks
“Ah, ferocious. Right, I’m going to get help. There’s nothing more scary than a woman fight. I’m going.” — Mr. Hendricks
Miss Sands
“Maeve! What are you doing? Every year we read out the best essays students have written to celebrate Moordale’s achievements. This is Maeve Wiley, one of our brightest pupils. She’s recently joined our aptitude scheme. Yes. It’s a… tradition. Off you go, Maeve. I think the chairman would be very interested to know that your son won the essay prize by cheating, and that you knew about it. Maeve will be re-enrolled at school, and that’s the end of it.” — Miss Sands
Erin Wiley
“Hi, Frogface. It’s me, mum.” — Erin Wiley
“Your sister’s got big, ain’t she? I grew you in the same womb, your sisters. She was only at her dad’s mum’s for a bit, it was a blip. I bet you got a fright night, didn’t you? Seeing me out of the blue? I’m on step nine of NA. Making amends to those– don’t call me Erin, I’m your mother. It’s different this time. I’ve got a proper sponsor, been clean for a year. I was waiting until I was really stable before I came back, and here I am. Some things don’t change. Don’t talk with your mouth full. You haven’t finished your burger!” — Erin Wiley
“Can I bum one of those? Well, I’m bound to fuck her up anyway. What’s a bit of second-hand smoke. I know you don’t believe me, but it is different this time. Look. I found those. You always loved sparkly things. Oh, come on. They match your locks. I used to dye my hair like that when I was your age. I’m seeing someone. His name is James. I met him in NA. He’s got his life together, and he’s helping me stay on track. He really understands how hard recovery can be. Well, he’s not my sponsor anymore, is he? I’ve got a new sponsor now. I really am taking it serious, you know? Mummy’ll be there in a minute, darling. And he’s great with Elsie. He loves kids. So are you selling pretzels permanently? Well, that makes sense. You could recite the alphabet when you were about one. It was quite freaky. I will tell him about you and Sean, I promise.” — Erin Wiley
Rahim
“I like your shirt.” — Rahim
“Only boring people get bored. ‘As if you were on fire from within. The moon lives in the lining of your skin.’ It’s about finding beauty in the world. It’s a poem by Pablo Neruda.” — Rahim
Moordale Choir
“♪ Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, Bah, bah ♪ Whoa-oh ♪ Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, Bah, bah ♪ Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, Bah, bah ♪ Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, Bah, bah ♪ The night is young and so are we… ♪ We don’t have to take our clothes off ♪ We don’t have to take our clothes off ♪” — Moordale Choir
“♪ Something’s happening ♪ Happening to me ♪” — Moordale Choir
Fiona Brady
“I’m sorry. stop. Shut the fuck up! At least I’m not miming. Don’t push me.” — Fiona Brady
“Can I talk to you? Martha and Gwen are going to kick me out of acapella group if I don’t own up to giving them chlamydia, but it’s not me. I’ve been tested, and I don’t have it. No, they definitely did have it. They’ve been tested and treated, but they’re convinced it’s my fault, and now everyone in school thinks I’m a walking STI. Please. This is so humiliating, I don’t know what to do. Thank you.” — Fiona Brady
“I don’t have chlamydia! How many times have I told you? He literally said over and over– it’s too late. Everyone still thinks it’s me anyway.” — Fiona Brady
“Tell them that’s not true. You’re supposed to be my friends. Bitches!” — Fiona Brady
Maeve’s Boss
“Wiley, get back here! No, you’re fired!” — Maeve’s Boss
Owen
“Well, I wasn’t going to come out, because what you’re talking about is very strange and embarrassing, and I thought it would be awkward. I didn’t do a poo. I was crying. Thank you.” — Owen
“It was me who gave Martha and Gwen chlamydia. Well, I found out I had it and got treated. But didn’t tell them I probably passed it on. They’re already ashamed of sleeping with me. Apparently, I’m boring and uncool. Imagine if they knew I had an STI too. I will. And… you should maybe tell your girlfriend about your wanking problem. The truth will set you free. I didn’t ask to be therapized either, to be fair.” — Owen
“♪ Something’s happening Happening to me ♪ My friend’s say I’m acting peculiarly ♪ Oh, ohh ♪ I wanna be with you everywhere ♪” — Owen
Martha
“What the fuck are you doing? You stood on my foot. You dirty fucker. Stupid bitch. You’re a slut.” — Martha
“She had a threesome at music camp. And everybody knows she put Jamal Jacob’s clarinet up her fanny. Yeah, that’s how we caught it. Yeah. Yeah.” — Martha
“Slag!” — Martha
Gwen
“Ow! Get off! If you hadn’t been such a slut in the first place, we wouldn’t be in this situation. Are you actually crying? You’ve ruined this for every– ow!” — Gwen
“And gave Sammy Watson a hand job during Mozart’s Concerto 21. Because she put her slutty mouth all over our shared pitch whistle. Yeah. Yeah.” — Gwen
“You slut! You gave me chlamydia!” — Gwen
Groff Clerical
“The chairman of the board is here. She’s heard of the situation.”
“The chairman is here again, she wants to see the new gymnasium. Oh, for fuck’s sake.”
Moordale Crowd
“Oh!”
Sofia Marchetti
“You want that sports scholarship, don’t you? Well, push yourself a bit harder and we’ll be halfway there. Thank you so much.” — Sofia Marchetti
“Of course he’s got a training plan, Roz. The coach says he’s got to focus. Well, he’s lost all of his focus since he broke up with that girl. I told you. We should never let him date her. What? How are you making this about you? Don’t we know it. Yeah.” — Sofia Marchetti
Roz Marchetti
“He’s had his first heartbreak. It’s normal. Oh, as long as it’s my fault then. I’m here too, you know.” — Roz Marchetti
“What happened? Okay. Silly boy.” — Roz Marchetti
Isaac
“Well, I didn’t ask for any, so, no.”
Joe
“Looks like we’re neighbors. I’m Joe. That ungrateful git’s Isaac. Okay.”
Jean Client #1 (Tim)
“Yes. The dog is… really quiet.”
Sex Clinic Clientele #1
“Sex kid! I think I’ve got chlamydia, and I read that I should rub bleach on my vagina, is that true.”
Sex Clinic Clientele #2
“Excuse me. Otto. Can one get chlamydia of the eye? But I’ve never had sex.”
Sex Clinic Clientele #3
“No. My girlfriend says my cum tastes like kimchi. Why do I have a fermented dick?”
Moordale Student 1
“There’s a plague. Don’t let them breathe on you.”
Moordale Student 2 (Simon)
“Chlamydia. Everyone’s got it. One for a fiver, three for ten. Ssh! They don’t know that, do they? Don’t kill my business, man.”
Moordale Student 3
“Oh! My dick!”
Pretzel Parlor Customer
“More chocolate. More chocolate.”
Moordale Student 4
“Hey. How you doing?”
Moordale Student 5
“Hey, man.”
Moordale Student 6
“I heard Fiona caught Chlamydia from doing bukakke with five guys.”
Moordale Student 7
“Ugh. What a slut.”
Moordale Student 8
“Then he says, ‘yes, daddy, but you see, I have to buy a horse.”
Moordale Student 9
“Hey!”
Moordale Student 10
“Fuck me.”
Assembly Rando
“Our children are dying! Come on.”
Assembly Parents
“Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah. Yeah.”
Assembly Rando 2
“And how will you stop them dying? Come on!”
Assembly Rando 3
“Teenagers don’t listen!”
Moordale Student 11
“Who do you think you got it from?”
Moordale Student 12
“It was the choir chick, Fiona. She’s banged every gentleman in the school. She’s dirty, man.”
Gym Kid
“Get coach, come on! Get an ambulance.”
Rando Student 13
“But Fiona’s given everyone chlamydia, sir.”
Rando Student 14
“Sir, come quickly, there’s a fight.”
Doctor
“Jackson. You have a metacarpal fracture. You’ll be in a cast for about six weeks. No swimming for the foreseeable future. Sorry. Can I get someone to sign some forms?”
Vivian Odusanya
“I strive for excellence in everything I do. The points I gain from my extracurricular activities will earn me a place in Oxbridge where I will…” — Viv
“I don’t have time for friends, but I can be more social once I get in to university.” — Viv
“He won’t text me. Why so much game playing? When have you ever liked anyone for their personality? Yeah, I’m sure that you’re pining over Maeve Wiley’s love of feminist literature. It had nothing to do with the size of her boobs. Because guys like you never see girls like me. All your conquests look like they’ve been made in a lab. It’s transparent. What was it about her that you liked so much? Midsummer Night’s Dream. I think you should tell your mum that you’re in a school play. She’ll be really proud. If you stop being so lazy and learn your lines. Thank you for today. Bye. Yeah? See you later. Okay.” — Viv
“You need to tell your parents what you did. I’m not being stupid. Statistically, people that self-harm are nine times more likely to attempt taking their own lives. You need to get professional help. You self-harm, Jackson. And the statistics show– thanks a lot, Jackson. That’s good to know.” — Viv
“It’s fine. Men who engage in sporting activities at school are statistically more likely to work in menial jobs as adults. No, it’s realistic. Look, if your hand doesn’t heal, what is your backup plan? And even if it does heal, professional athletes statistically peak at age 21. So it might be worth acquiring some other skills.” — Viv
“I guess, but statistically, two thirds of girl experience unwanted sexual tension or contact in public spaces before the age of 21. So, it’s not unusual.” — Viv
Maureen Groff
Adam Groff
1 more day until this post shag glow. @sexeducation
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So much to teach 🍆🌸
So little time @sexeducation 1/17 pic.twitter.com/6PdJfigkfu— Gillian Anderson (@GillianA) January 7, 2020
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— Rotten Tomatoes (@RottenTomatoes) January 20, 2020
Gillian Anderson will play Margaret Thatcher in The Crown Season Four, now in production. pic.twitter.com/OVCO8o2bVk
— The Crown (@TheCrownNetflix) September 7, 2019
Many congratulations to the cast of Season 3. Outstanding Performance by an Ensemble in a Drama Series. #SAGAwards pic.twitter.com/9LBx71XBRK
— The Crown (@TheCrownNetflix) January 20, 2020
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— Gillian Anderson (@GillianA) January 6, 2020
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— Gillian Anderson (@GillianA) January 5, 2020
Golden Globes 2020! 👑
Thanks to all the fab people who helped make my look come together.
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Much fun at the @sexeducation S2 premiere last night! 🍆🌸
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With full careers & 8 kids, how would it work otherwise? He's the love of my life – in part because we're free to enjoy our very full & separate lives. Its all the more precious because we aren't defined primarily by our relationship. https://t.co/xMYNBJE853
— Gillian Anderson (@GillianA) January 13, 2020
Thanks to @ELLEmagazine and @emmdib for the lovely chat and yoni content inspiration. 🌸😌 https://t.co/50Qt53IiRq
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— Gillian Anderson (@GillianA) January 10, 2020
Gillian Anderson on her comedic turn in #SexEducation, portraying the “Iron Lady” in #TheCrown, and how her self-esteem has grown since the days of The X-Files https://t.co/9KTo4MRbOX
— VANITY FAIR (@VanityFair) January 13, 2020
In theory there is no difference between theory and practice. In practice there is.
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, and therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
— Midsummer Night’s Dream Act 1 Scene 1
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