Here's to the future.
Oh, about the future, I've just been.
Am I a shepherd?!
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.
Fuck off!
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.
Colour me disappointed.
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.
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.