[high on glue] Aren't hands strange? They're like feet, only on your arms!
Best be getting back, I suppose.
Nah. I don't know what it is, but I don't seem to give a toss about that now. I might even ask if he fancies a pint tonight. Good old Ranjit! Mm… [walks to the wrong corner of the room] Oh shit, where's the fucking door?
[whistles, pointing to the door] This way, Len.
Oh, right, yeah. [singing] Do you know the way to– [opens door, turns back to Clint] Where the fuck is it? Mm… [leaves]
Um… is that normal behaviour?
Halfy-half. He doesn't normally sniff glue.
There isn't normally glue here to sniff.
[Janet enters the room, perks up when she sees Dominic]
[Waves bizarrely] Hello Pelopa!
[Waves back] Hello Peleepee!
Are we suddenly in Hawaii?
Annie' You two seem very friendly.
I know I don't look old enough.
No… there's quite a gap between Minicky's mum and me. I was a late baby.
No! Honestly, what a horrid thing to say! I mean, really, just vile!
Yeah, don't go overboard, love.
Well, it is. Really horrible. I won't take it from my mother, I certainly won't take it from you!
They teach us in boxercise you can hurt your opponent much more mentally than with a well-aimed slap. Y'know, psyche 'em out and their confidence goes.
How do you psyche out a bee?
You just follow 'em around going, "your honey tastes like shit, mate", "you're crap buzzer", "black, yellow stripes? Don't go." Soon get depressed and fly off.
[to Dominic] You better not be writing summink about me in there.
I stand up, you start with your scribbling? [points at Robin] He might have agreed to be studied, but I'm not that desperate for attention– oi, look at me when I'm talking to you!
I wasn't writing anything. I– I was just… drawing some apples playing football. [shows her the drawing]
Is that some sort of code?
Nope. Cabin fever's set in.
Yeah, well, last bloke who slagged me off had his tyres slashed. [beat] Oh, I didn't do it! It was just a coincidence. [leaves]
[Robin lights yet another cigarette]
You're not gonna have another one?
No, fine! Let's go back to my office. You can watch me stare at the walls for a while, or maybe I'll pick up… the… uh… metal thing… the click-click… staples…
Stapler, and put it next to the… uh… there's another metal thing on my desk, the… it's got a slightly curved, uh… I'll put the stapler next to that, shall I? What larks we'll have! Well, come on!
You know? I would say your relentless sarcasm is an obvious attempt to put people at a distance, due to an almost crippling sense of inadequacy. I would say that your barbed, defensive humour is prompted by a fear of intimacy because there's something you're trying to hide, an aspect of yourself you're desperate to supress because you hate it so. You hate yourself. [pause as everyone looks shocked] I would say all that, if I weren't simply a passive observer.
I had an imaginary friend.
Mm. I would have liked another one, but… I lacked the imagination…
Snowball fight now! The victor gets free ciggies all day tomorrow, or just buy me some baccy. Sal?
Save yourself the embarrassment, Clint, I'd murder you.
I've barely got the energy to lift my ciggie, nevermind lob snowballs.
[Turning to Sharon] I don't suppose...
Are you asking me to come out for a snowball fight?
Yeah... Yeah, I suppose I am.
Well thank you. Thank you so much for seeing a person sitting here and not just some distant authority figure. Prehaps my message is finally getting through. I may be the boss, but-.. No. I am definitely the boss, but I am still a co-worker. Of course I don't actually want to throw snowballs, it's puerile behaviour.
I'm essentially a pacifist. I only take up arms to defend a principle.
Hmph. Don't we know it? Poor Ben's still ruing the day he slagged off Robot Wars!
Oh I saw a film once where they were all snowed in. 'Snowed In' it was called. And eventually they all had to eat each other! Imagine that. Human flesh.
I wouldn't mind a wee taste.
Well, I suppose if your life depended on it...
Oh, if my life depended on it I'd tuck in with no qualms!
Aww, I should be singing Dane his lullaby now. Sending him off.. [Sings] Sleepy, sleep deep. Make not a peep. If baby should cry, he'll probably die. So lie still in bed, all snuggled not dead.
S2 E7Last Night a Graphic Designer Saved My Life
I'm amazed you're so calm Barry.
What? Oh, I'm fine with real problems, It's just imaginary ones that bother me. I'm a bit concerned that a hijacked van might plough through that window, and explode.
S2 E8Significant Others
[talking about Janet's engagement] You need to ask yourself some serious questions, Jan. Is it real love? Is it real passion? Or are you just terrified of ending up alone?
I think so. Does it matter. And of course I am.
Perhaps Noel isn't the most dynamic man in the world. And perhaps he is quite inhibited sexually. And perhaps our married life won't be a thrilling, torrid sequence of "I love you", "I hate you", "I need you", "I can't bear you". And perhaps while I wanted a Heathcliff to my Cathy I've found a Ken Barlow to my Deirdre.
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