Colin: Aren't you a little old for her Henley? Henley of Mayfair: I'm only 37. Colin: 37? Around the waist maybe? Colin: Sell things to people who don't want them? Vendice: Never things Colin. We don't sell things. We sell dreams. Colin: [narration] For the first time ever, kids were teenagers. They had loot, however come by and loot's for spending. Where there's loot, trouble follows. [first lines] Colin: [narrating] I remember that hot, wonderful summer. When the teenage miracle reached full bloom and everyone in England stopped what they were doing to stare at what had happened. The Soho nights were cool in the heat, with light and music in the streets. And we couldn't believe that this was really coming to us at last. Nobody knew exactly why. But after so many dreary years of bombs and blitz and slow rebuilding; no sugar, no jam, nothing sweet anywhere; with the whole English world dressed in gray, it seemed, forever. Suddenly life broke out in warm colors again, so young and beautiful that a lot of people couldn't stand to look at it. For the first time ever, kids were teenagers. They had loot, however come by, and loot's for spending. And where there's loot, trouble follows. Colin: Money isn't everything. Suzette: I know but it'll do 'till everything comes along. Dido Lament: [Flirting] I do love anger. You know, you and I ought to argue sometime. Arthur, Colin's Dad: My wedding day. I remember it like it was yesterday. I wish it was tomorrow, then I'd cancel it.