It's nice to see you, Mike. What've you been up to?
Mike
I'm through to the quarterfinals of Robot Wars.
Mike
But I've had to move out of Mum's place.
Mike
Things have been a bit... difficult. She's been very overbearing and I felt suffocated. I've got a lot to offer the world, and my mum's not ready to accept that yet.
Mike
And I shot the cat up the arsehole.
DDexter
Have you thought any more about that rematch, Michael?
Mike
Yes and no.
DDexter
What does that mean?
It means 'yes, he's thought about it' and 'no, he doesn't want one'. [To Mike] Doesn't it?
Mike
Yes.
DDexter
So that's a 'no', is it?
Tim and Mike: [Momentarily uncertain] ... Yes.
[Daisy pretending to be Philippa Forrester to interview Tim]
This is a very large machine Tim. Take you long?
Well why don't you come on back to my flat and we'll find out.
I think you've already answered my question [laughs].
So you like my robot then.
I love it. [gasp] What's this?
It's an axe. Feel the weight.
[Daisy lifts the axe. Both draw in a breath.]
There's nothing more devastating than a big chopper.
Shhh...[places a finger over Daisy's lips] Don't cheapen this. [moves the hair from her face]
[Daisy and Tim move closer, apparently about to kiss, when Mike opens the front door.]
Mike
[suspicious] What's going on?
Uh, I was just coming - to the pub, with you.
Mike
Yeah, I think we should take the Private down to the shed.
[Mike goes to another room.]
Hmm, what's up with Mike?
Nothing, he just, he usually likes to be Philippa.
[Trying to figure out who destroyed 'Private Iron']
Mike
This isn't the work of amateurs, Tim. Private Iron was taken apart by someone who knew what they were doing.
Right, and what happens now?
Mike
Well, if we can't fix him in time, we're automatically disqualified. Runners-up go through.
Mike
[Gasps, as if realizing] Dexter and Cromwell!
Mike
... So who did this?
RCRobot Club Leader
Gentlemen, welcome to Robot Club. The first rule of Robot Club is, you do not talk about about Robot Club. The second rule of Robot Club is, YOU DO NOT TALK ABOUT Ro… wait, I… got that wrong. [Unfolding a crumpled up piece of paper and pushing up his glasses] The second rule is, no smoking.
Why aren't we allowed to smoke?
Mike
We're not allowed to talk about it.
[After Sophie has recovered Tim's unflattering portrait of Damien Knox, thus saving his job interview]
[Playing it cool] Good. Forgot you worked here.
SSophie
Really? [Places down another, extremely flattering, portrait of Sophie, surrounded by a love heart]
[Tim giggles nervously]
Mike
[Via walkie-talkie] Tim! That girl you fancy's coming into the office!
[Into walkie-talkie, sheepishly] Thanks, Mike.
Oh, Daisy, I'm so sorry. How did it happen?
Right, right, sorry. See, my mum used to use "going next door" as a euphemism for being dead.
Mike
Whoa, hold on, does that mean my rabbit's dead?
It's been eighteen years, Mike, where did you think he was?
Mike
[whimpers] Next door!