Quentin: So… expelled? ‘Young’ Carl: That’s right. Quentin: What for? ‘Young’ Carl: I suppose smoking was the clincher. Quentin: Drugs or cigarettes? ‘Young’ Carl: Well, both. Quentin: Well done! Proud of you. So your mum sent you here in the hope that a little bracing sea air would sort you out? ‘Young’ Carl: Something like that. Quentin: Spectacular mistake.