[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.]
[suspicious] What's going on?
Uh, I was just coming - to the pub, with you.
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']
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?
Well, if we can't fix him in time, we're automatically disqualified. Runners-up go through.
[Gasps, as if realizing] Dexter and Cromwell!
[After having smashed Tim and Mike's robot]
DDexter
Ah, Michael. Heard about your robot. Crying shame.
What do you mean, 'crying shame'? You did it, you... fucking plum.
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?
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]
[Via walkie-talkie] Tim! That girl you fancy's coming into the office!
[Into walkie-talkie, sheepishly] Thanks, Mike.
Right, I'm off for a night of running about in the dark with a gun, so you've got to stay here and be good for your Uncle Michael. [To Colin, while polishing his glasses] Settle down, relax and get comfy, because you my friend... are going nowhere. [Looks down to see that Colin is gone; in a whimpering tone:] Oh, bollocks!
[On realizing who Duane is]
You're Duane. The Duane Duane.
The Duane Benzie that... [Whistles]
Well, that depends on which way you look at it.
I think that Tim looks at it that way.
