[A 17th century priest reads a death warrant to a group of vampires]
PPriest
Your teeth will be smashed from your skull as a warning to other devils, then your head will be removed from your body and... [turns to the back of the warrant] no, that's it actually.
[Annie reads George's poem about Nina]
"My heart yearns for your fragrant hair"?
Does she have fragrant hair?
Yes. I'm a terrible poet and a terrible boyfriend.
What's the last line? "Because you're worth it"?
We need to talk. So, George, you start.
[to Mitchell] Are you okay?
We should just go out one night and just get hammered.
Yeah, that's a good idea.
That's it? That's how you share?
What more is there to say?
Yeah, he's feeling a bit down, which is pretty understandable and I'm kind of stressed. We don't need to turn this into an episode of Oprah.
Exactly! File it under 'have discussed'.
George do you wanna watch The Real Hustle?
Oh I would really like that Mitchell. [to Annie] Women - think you're such authorities, like the way you deal with emotion is the only way.
Er, yeah it is. It's on at 10:30.
They what?! No, you're kidding me?!
No, I was looking forward to that.
10:30 Thursdays. That's 'Real Hustle' time. A fucking child knows that!
Could I just not have one good thing in my life...?
...It just drives me insane when they move things around...
...Don't I deserve it? Don't I deserve one bloody crumb of happiness?
...This is so...what, so we're supposed to check every week! Like we don't have anything else to do! Is it our responsibility? Why's it down to us?!
I saw a preview. They were going to do a con about cashpoints.
Really? [George nods] I would have loved that. You bastards! Argh!! [Mitchell flings the TV schedule at the television and walks into the kitchen as George sobs, Mitchell walks back wearing Marigolds] There, I'll do the washing-up! Is everyone happy now?!