Do you know... What today is?
Today... is the last day of your community service. It's all over.
Now you had a chance to do something positive. To give something back, to help people, to really make a difference to their lives. You've failed. Dismally. Do you want to know what the real tragedy is? This moment, right here, right now... this is as good as it gets for you.
AAbby
I like the idea of being a nurse. Or a shepherd.
What qualifications do you need to be a shepherd?
You need a crop. Well-trained border collie, and a profound love of sheep, love.
I'll tell you where I'm not gonna be in a year's time, and that is working behind a bar.
I, for one, will be enjoying my life [pulls out a scratch card out of his pocket] as a multi-millionaire!
[Walks in wearing pajamas] Do you know, what I was doing, when you so... rudely interrupted me?
I'm guessing it wasn't showering?
I was 19. And a half hours into a Murder She Wrote marathon.
She's in the shitter. She said something about some bloke who's thrown her forward through time. [Rudy is sobbing]
[Crying] I'm fine. I'm fine. So, the worm's returned, [moving his finger like a worm] with her fucking bushy tail between her legs. It's too late, guys. It's too late. Because I've forgot about her very existence. [Crying again] She's back! Jessica's back. Oh, man. [Collapses on the floor crying]
Oh, about the future, I've just been.
Erm... You are holding a golf sale sign, for a golf sale that doesn't exist. [Points at Alex] You're still working behind the bar. [Looks at Finn] And you are a trainee probation worker.
Honest- Shame on you, Finley! Deep humiliating shame. [Back to Jess] I'm a multimillionaire, aren't I? [she starts to speak] Got 'em! No, no, no, don't tell me. Don't tell me, I want it to be a surprise. Wink twice, for yes.
You win a quid, piss yourself and then you get electrocuted.
I'm just saying, unless we want to spend the rest of our lives as these underachieving fuck-ups, then maybe we should think about actually doing something with our powers.
AAbby
What you mean, like, open up a fast food restaurant?
No, I mean like becoming proper superheroes. Good ones that do good shit.
Superheroes, I'm up for that.
I might have to make a few modifications. Just on me costume... just on account of me- I've got irritable bowel syndrome. And shitting in lycra is how I got banned from the gym.
No offence, but you lot... Superheroes? Fuck it! All right, yeah, let's do it.
This could be the start of something huge. I can feel it in me nut sack.