We meet people, and fall in love. But when we part, they leave marks for us to remember them by. Our lovers sculpt us, they define us for better or worse. Like a pin ball we slam into them and rebound in a different direction, repealed by the contact. And after the parting we might be scarred, but stronger. Or, more fragile or needie or angry or guilty, but never unchanged. Our lovers linger beside us like ghosts, haunting the corridors and deserted rooms, sometimes whispering, sometimes screaming. Invisible, but always there.
“Another Fine Mess” · Season 1
In this episode: George Sands (8), Mitchell (7), Annie Sawyer (6), Nina (1)
Where do I belong? Where do I fit? Who are my people? Where do my loyalties lie? We all choose our tribe. It's that need to belong, to live within boundaries, cause it's scary on the outside, on the fringes. Some labels are forced on us. They mock us, set us apart 'til we're like ghosts, drifting through other people's lives. But only if we let the labels hold. You can piss your whole life away trying out who you might be. It's when you've worked out who you are that you can really start to live.
You look like bar staff.
Fair enough, the last time I wore it someone did ask me if the jalfrezi was off.
[George enters wearing an orange flowered shirt]:
So, this "not-a-date"... tonight's the night you're gonna tell her you cross-dress?
[to Annie] Er... you agree with him?
It's hideous.
Oh, well... I kept the receipt...
For all I know this could be perfectly normal. You find out your fiancé killed you, you become a... "throwing-things-about" ghost.
Poltergeist.
See, you know the terms, you know how this works. I mean, do you know if I can channel it because I have been dying to pull that fridge out and clean behind it.
Last night, I had the wolf in me...
(whispering to Annie) So did Nina.
[She guffaws.]
Stop snickering, this is not a joke! I really, really like Nina, and I thought - well, ha-ha, I hoped! - that she liked me. But what if she's only interested in the wolf?
(considering) Hmm...
Oh! Oh thank you for "Oh no George, how could that be possible?"!
[Looking at a figurine of Laurel and Hardy]
BBernie
Who are they?
Are you serious? They're Laurel and Hardy!
BBernie
Was the fat one Prime Minister?
You might be thinking of Churchill.
Or Hitler - same 'tache.
I can't believe he's never heard of Laurel and Hardy! Immortality makes me feel so old.
What else have you got up there, some German scat inside Chitty Chitty Bang Bang?
How many times have you watched it?
I've never even seen any scat. Oh well, just that first time, to see what it was...
I'm not the pervert, that's my housemate. And actually, he's not a pervert either.
Who keeps their rotten tomatoes? Who looks in their salad cooler, sees their tomatoes are on the turn and thinks 'oh no, no I'll hang on to those in case some paedos move in opposite'?
Saying 'it's not you, it's me' is a stabbable offence in my book and I can easily get my hands on scalpels.
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