My name is George... and I am a werewolf.
Hello, George.
S1Tully
S1Ghost Town
Owen's moved on with his life. You need to do the same.
I'm dead, in case you hadn't noticed!
I'm not eating raw meat like an animal because a ghost is ovulating!
I never know with you whether it's Jewish guilt or werewolf guilt.
They're pretty much the same thing.
GGilbert
So, what's it like living with Mitchell and his mate?
Yeah, it's great...
GGilbert
Don't you find it a bit... violent?
Violent...?
GGilbert
You know... when they... kill people?
Oh! No no no, they don't do that. Mitchell's on the wagon; and George, you know, he restricts himself to the odd rat or squirrel in the woods and he never brings it home.
GGilbert
That's still death for no reason. And death for no reason's murder. I'm a vegetarian. [Note: ghosts like Gilbert cannot eat.]
[New song comes on]
GGilbert
HANG the DJ!!! That record came out in 1990!
Who are you, the 80's police?
GGilbert
No, just someone with taste.
And where have you been young lady?.
I met up with Gilbert. We went to the cemetery.
He knows how to show a girl a good time(!).
I'd like to be like his guardian angel and stop anything bad from happening to him.
GGilbert
Can you stop him from listening to Michael Bublé?
Oh okay, so I'm contemplating resolving my death so that I can move on to the next dimension and you're worrying about getting your leg over?
Oh Annie, I really like this woman and it would be so nice to spend an evening with her without worrying about her discovering the existence of the spirit world as well as what I am.
Loads of people have had an experience with a ghost, and if they haven't they know someone who has. It is a lot more socially acceptable than you may think. They talk about it on Loose Women all the time.
[shouts] I had sex with Nina last night and it was bloody marvellous! [laughs with glee]
[Takes George to one side] Annie was killed by Owen.
[Sighs] Five minutes. Could I not have had five minutes with The Biggest News?
S1Another Fine Mess
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 Like a pin ball we slam into them and rebound in a different direction, repealed by the contact.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.
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.
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