Being Human Season 4 quotes

Hal

Three people can't have dinner together. That's barbaric!

Annie

So, this is the future? Really?

Eve

For you. Yeah.

Annie

Ooh, do people have jetpacks?

Eve

No. Mostly everyone's dead.

Softly softly, massacre monkey.

You could go straight back to the top of the pile. That's cool. That's your rightful place. All I ask for in return is that when they write the history of what's about to happen, they give me a mention, and a statue. And maybe Brazil.

Hal

I like your mouth.

Oh, thanks sugar. I'm sure that sounded less creepy in your head.

Annie

[Tom]'s like a child. He's lovely. He's like a pet. Bloody big one, like a St Bernard or a horse. He's physically incapable of lying or being cruel, so I do worry about him... He shouldn't be killing vampires, he should be getting disappointing A Level results.

Hal

[to Tom] You're a child, you know that? Watching you negotiate grown-up emotions is like watching a gorilla perform keyhole surgery.

Hal

We can raid the dressing up box and pretend to be human, but ultimately what's the point? Sooner or later we all go back to being the monsters we truly are.

[with rising incredulous anger] What I was - no, you stole that from me! You dragged me into this world! You killed my wife! You turned me into a murderer, an addict! You made me abandon my whole species! No! No, you do not do that and then apologise! No, sir!

Hal

I assume you just close your eyes and picture yourself somewhere else.

Trust me, I've been doing that since you arrived.

Eve

I make a bloody good cup of tea.

Annie

That's my girl!

Hal

Unfinished business tends to be more life-affirming than beating someone up.

Not if you're Scottish.

Mr Snow

Am I missing something? Is he giving me a television set?

[Flicking through TV channels] I don't understand. Someone must have reported it.

Mr Snow

Because I already have a television the size of a bed sheet.

Mr Snow

Thanks to you, breweries the world over are safe from piss-ups.

Mr Snow

These eyes have looked upon Pharaohs and the son of the carpenter. And, now, they must look at you, proudly showing me your idea, like a child with a handful of its own excrement. I have never known humiliation, failure, or obscurity. How does it make you feel? Like coming home, I imagine. I've already forgotten your name.