Tim: It's been eighteen years, Mike, where did you think he was?
Beginnings [1.1]
Tim:: You're scared of mice and spiders, but oh-so-much greater is your fear that one day the two species will cross-breed to form an all-powerful race of mice-spiders who will immobilize human beings in giant webs in order to steal cheese.
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Daisy:: Do you want another cup of tea?
Tim:Ooh, no thanks, twelve's my limit.
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Daisy: What do you do Brian?
Brian: I'm an artist.
Tim: I'm an artist.
Daisy: Oh, what kind of thing do you do?
Brian: Anger. Pain. Fear. Aggression.
Daisy: Watercolors or...?
Brian: It's a bit more complex than that.
Daisy: Tim does cartoons.
Tim: It's a bit more complex than that.
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Daisy: Do you rent downstairs?
Brian: D'you mean am I gay?
Daisy: What?
Brian: D'you mean am I gay?
Daisy: No, I meant "are you renting the downstairs flat?"
Brian: Oh, right. Yep, sort of.
Tim: Are you gay?
Brian: What?
Tim: Are you gay?
Brian: No.
Gatherings [1.2]
Mike: Wanna go into your party?
Tim: But they were playing 'The Timewarp'. I hate 'The Timewarp'.
Mike: Daisy likes it.
Tim: So what? I hate it. It's boil-in-the-bag perversion for sexually repressed accountants and first-year drama students with too many posters of Betty Blue, The Blues Brothers, Big Blue and Blue Velvet on their blue bloody walls.
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Tim: What is this? This is rubbish. We should be listening to firm young melodies, kicking tunes, thumping bass... God I sound so stupid.
Art [1.3]
Daisy:: You're up early.
Tim: Oh, I haven't been to bed. Me and Mike met up with these two Scottish guys in the pub and they gave us all this cheap speed.
Daisy: Oh Tim, that's so tacky.
Tim: Yeah I know, but y'know they were so nice. I think if we'd said no they'd have got offended and beaten us to death with a pool cue.
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Vulva: Abstract expressionism is so mid-to-late eighties.
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Tim: You know when you said it went well? Well, when you said well, did you mean shite?
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Daisy: Right, I'm going to the shops. D'you want anything?
Tim: Porn.
Daisy: Tim, I'm not going to buy you porn. You can get it from railway sidings like everybody else.
Tim: I can't, I'm an adult. I'm supposed to leave it there.
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Vulva: [noticing Brian at the after-show party] Oh Brian, you came!
Brian: No, I just spilt my drink.
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Tim: [On Resident Evil] It's a subtle blend of lateral thinking and extreme violence.
Brian: What, like "It's A Knock Out"?
Battles [1.4]
Tim: We're going paintballing later.
Daisy: I thought Mike was banned?
Tim: Only for six months.
Daisy: Oh, yeah? And how does that poor accountant feel about that?
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Brian: Can I borrow a tea-bag?
Tim: [sarcastically] Only if you bring it back. [pauses] You can HAVE a tea-bag, Brian, you can't borrow one. [turns around, sees Brian dressed as a painting] You've got paint on you.
Brian: It's a literal tribute to the reflexivity of Rembrandt.
Tim: Did he like it?
Brian: He's dead.
Tim: Ooh, well that really backfired, then.
Brian: What are you playing?
Tim: Tomb Raider 3.
Brian: She's drowning.
Tim: Yeah.
Brian: Is that the point of the game?
Tim: Depends what mood you're in really.
Brian: What sort of mood are you in then?
Tim: Well, I got a letter from my ex-girlfriend this morning, 3 months too late, exlaining why she dumped me. It was full of 'you'll always be special' and 'I'll always love you' platitudes designed to make me feel better whilst simultaneously appeasing her deep seated sense of guilt for running off with a slimy little city boy called Duane and destroying my faith in everything which is good and pure.
Brian: So it didn't really work then.
Tim: No, it made me wanna drown things!
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Paintball player: Gosh, this is so exciting!
Mike: This your first time, kid?
Paintball player: I'm thirty-six.
Mike: This your first time, old man?
Paintball player: Yeah. I've always fancied myself as a bit of a soldier.
Tim: Yeah, I've always fancied myself.
Mike: I've always fancied you...
Tim: [quickly] Not here!
Paintball player: You've done this before, then?
Mike: You could say that.
Paintball player: What do you mean?
Mike: Well, let's just say the last time I was in this situation, I wasn't using a paintball gun.
Paintball player: [in awe] You've seen combat?
Mike: Yes, yes I have.
Paintball player: Where?
Mike: Umm, on the television!
Paintball player: But you just said the last time you were in this situation you didn't use a paintball gun!
Tim: He didn't.
Paintball player: Well, what did you use?
Mike: Erm, it was a big stick...?
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Duane: See Tim, that's the difference between you and I. Organization. Careful thinking. Forward planning. And that is why I sleep in the arms of a beautiful woman and you spend your evenings alone in your bedsit. With cheap porn.
Tim: It's not a bedsit. It's a flat. [Shoots Duane in the groin]
Chaos [1.5]
Daisy: In the end, our relationship was just like a sandwich toaster. You know, you just forget you've got one. And it just sits there on the top of the cupboard collecting a layer of greasy fudge. And even if you do see it you just assume it's broken, you think if it's working I'd be using it all the time, but you don't and it just sits there. Then one day, you get an overwhelming desire for toasted sandwiches, you know? And you get it down and it works, and you can't believe it, you know? And then you make every kind of toasted sandwich there is, you have toasted sandwich parties. You make Marmite and cheese, chocolate and...
Tim: Pilchards.
Daisy: Banana and...
Bilbo: Acorns.
Daisy: Acorns. And then as quickly as the desire comes, it just goes. And then you put the toaster sandwich maker away. And, you know what?
Tim: What?
Daisy: You don't miss it.
Bilbo: So what you're saying is 'Don't hide the toasted sandwich maker away, use him regularly and you'll get the most out of him'.
Tim: No, she's saying 'Chuck your boyfriend, have a sandwich'.
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Mike: When friends are concerned, sacrifices have to be made.
Tim: You mean we kill the dog?
Mike: [whilst nodding] No...
Tim: Spoil sport.
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Brian: That's chaos theory. The belief that the future is in fact a mathematically predictable preordained system.
Daisy: So somewhere out there in the vastness of the unknown there's an... equation for predicting the future?
Brian: An equation so complex as to utterly defy possibility of comprehension by even the most brilliant human mind, but an equation nonetheless.
Tim: [in dawning realization] Oh my god...
Brian: What?
Daisy: What?
Tim: I've got some fucking Jaffa Cakes in my coat pocket.
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Epiphanies [1.6]
Ends [1.7]
Season 2
Back [2.1]
Agent: Daisy Steiner?
Brian: Yes...
Agent: Are you Daisy Steiner?
Brian: No...
Change [2.2]
[To a young Star Wars: The Phantom Menace fan]
Tim: You are so blind! You so do not understand! You weren't there at the beginning. You don't know how good it was! How important! This is it for you! This jumped-up firework display of a toy advert! People like you make me sick! What's wrong with you? Now, I don't care if you've saved up all your fifty 'p's, take your pocket money and get out!
[The little boy runs off, crying]
Tim: What a prick.
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Bilbo Bagshot: I was like you once. Blonde hair. Scraggly little beard. Childlike ears. Full of beans, and spunk. I let my principles get in the way of things. I punched a guy out once for saying "Hawk the Slayer" was rubbish.
Tim: Good for you.
Bilbo Bagshot: Yeah, thanks. But that's not the point, Tim. The point is I was defending the fantasy genre with terminal intensity, when what I should have said was "Dad, you're right, but let's give Krull a try and we'll discuss it later." [pause] "The Phantom Menace" was eighteen months ago, Tim!
Tim: I know Bilbo, but... it still hurts, you know? I mean, that kid wanted a Jar Jar doll!
Bilbo: Kids like Jar Jar!
Tim: Why?
Bilbo Bagshot: What about the Ewoks eh? They were rubbish. You don't complain about them.
Tim: Yeah but Jar Jar Binks makes the Ewoks look like... fuckin'... Shaft.
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DSS Woman: How long have you been unemployed, Mr Bisley?
Tim: Uh, about an hour and a half.
DSS Woman: Have you been looking for work?
Tim: [laughs, then sees she's serious] Um, no.
DSS Woman: Why did you leave your last job?
Tim: [nochalantly] Uh, a difference of opinion...
DSS Woman: The Phantom Menace?
Tim: [pauses, then, cautiously] Yes...
DSS Woman: Didn't you like it?
Tim: [still cautiously] No...
DSS Woman: Well, [taps nose conspiratorially] you leave this with me. I'll get you some money out in the next few days.
Mettle [2.3]
Daisy: [on Tim and Mike's robot] What does "T.F.U" stand for?
Tim: Uh... The Fuckest Upest.
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Robot Club Leader: Gentlemen, welcome to Robot Club. The first rule of Robot Club is, you do not talk about about Robot Club. The second rule of Robot Club is, YOU DO NOT TALK ABOUT Ro… wait, I… got that wrong. [Unfolding a crumpled up piece of paper and pushing up his glasses] The second rule is, no smoking.
Tim: Why aren't we allowed to smoke?
Mike: Not allowed to talk about it.
Help [2.4]
Tyres: Mine's a pint of the black stuff.
Mike: You can't drink a pint of Bovril.
Gone [2.5]
Duane Benzie: I haven't seen you since...
Tim: Yeah, well. No hard feelings, eh?
Duane Benzie: You shot me in the bollocks, Tim.
Tim: Yeah, well, like I say. No hard feelings.
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Romford Thug: This ain't grass.
Romford Thug Leader: What?
Romford Thug: It's oregano.
Romford Thug Leader: How can you tell?
Romford Thug: I'm a catering student.
Dissolution [2.6]
[Discussing Twist]
Tim: She's shallow, Brian. She's like Cordelia out of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and latterly Angel, the spin off series which is set in LA.
Brian: Don't know what you're talking about.
Tim: Brian, you're such a square!
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Mike: I'm glad you're happy with your new girlfriend, Tim. Just don't forget whose shoulder you cried on when the last one dumped you.
Tim: I won't.
Mike: Or when Johnny Alpha got killed by that big flying monster in 2000AD.
Leaves [2.7]
Daisy: Colin's gone.
Tim: What?
Daisy: He went next door.
Tim: Oh, Daisy, I'm so sorry. How did it happen?
Daisy: He... walked.
Tim: Right, right, sorry. See, my mum used to use "going next door" as a euphemism for being dead.
Mike: Whoa, hold on, does that mean my rabbit's dead?
Tim: It's been eighteen years, Mike, where did you think he was?
Mike: [whimpers] Next door!