Sally:
What's that book where they're all behind the wardrobe?
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Anne Frank?
Sally:
Narnia, like those Narnia books
Annie:
It wasn't the food at his party was it?
Robin:
Why are you asking me? I'm not Quincy!
Annie:
Because I had a whole plate of those mini tartlets
Robin:
I think he just dropped dead
Annie:
Phew! Well, here's hoping eh?
Clint:
I saw this video once yeah, they was all dressed up like Marie Antoinette, well they wore the wigs. Let them eat cock it was called.
Annie:
We're all just here to learn a lesson, and once it's sunk in we move on to a higher plain.
Sally:
Where do you pick up this crap?
Annie:
On my mystic mug. A friend brought it back from Goa, it's covered in holy writings and when you drain the dregs you can see Vishnu giving you four thumbs up.
[Barry has been told that he has three minutes until he's interviewed - Barry is dreading it]
Lilian:
Oh let's face it Barry. Another 15 minutes wouldn't really have helped your chances.
Monique:
Yeah she's right
[gesturing to herself]
Monique:
They're either looking for new ideas and fresh input
[points at Barry]
Monique:
or the devil they know.
Annie:
I've lost two people and I'm still able to smoke!
Sally:
You haven't lost two people. You've lost someone who just worked in the same building as you... and a rodent.
Robin:
[Annie bursts into slapstic tears] Oh her bunny rabits dead.
Len:
What?
[Looks up at the sky]
Len:
You piss-taking bastard!
Lilian:
When did it happen, sweetheart?
Sally:
[Annie mumbles something under her tears, Lilian looks at Sally, confused] Yesterday.
Sally:
[Annie mubles another thing, Lilian looks at Sally] It was hopping round her flat.
Sally:
[Annie mumbles another thing, Lilian looks at Sally] When it chewed through the televison cable.
Sally:
[Anne mumbles another thing, Lilian looks at Sally] Poor old Bright-Eyes was...
[They both look over at a sobbing Annie who mimics someone being electricuted. She contiues crying, Len comforts her]
Len:
Bright-Eyes? Fucking burning - like fire!
Sally:
[talking about Annie] ? and if she has got the clap...
Lilian:
[gasps] Has she?
Sally:
Claims to... But then again she claimed to have met Ben Affleck in Safeways so... forget I mentioned it!
Lilian:
[after a long silence] Who'd she catch it off?
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I shouldn't say.
Lilian:
[Robin mouths something at Lilian. Whispering] Who?
Robin:
[after several failed attempts] Clint!
Lilian:
Never!
Sally:
Robin! Can't the poor girl have any privacy? As if the itching ain?t enough!
Lilian:
My uncle Colin took 12 months to die. Every day you'd say, "Please let this suffering come to an end." but no - just go steadily worse. No - I would wish that on anyone.
[sucks on a her cigarette]
Lilian:
Couldn't book holidays! You went out gallivanting - people called you callous, it was a bloody nightmare!
Robin:
I'm up for euthanasia when it gets to that stage.
Lilian:
Oh, yeah! Bump them off! I mean you do it to an animal why not to your relatives?
Robin:
As long as they said that's what they wanted.
Lilian:
Even if they hadn't, sod them an injection! I mean they're none the wiser - it's a kindness!
Sharon:
[Robin has asked Sharon is she knows the theme tune to a program] Television's boring - a load of people you don't know chuntering away in the corner of the room!
Robin:
Am I ever gonna get this!
[storms off]
Sharon:
I've no objection to you lot watching television if it helps you to relax and prepare for the next day, but I have a social life.
Lilian:
We never see you down the Nags!
Sharon:
I said a social life - not a drink problem.
Sally:
[talking about a bee] They teach us in boxercise that you can hurt your opponent much more mentally than with a well-aimed slap - psyche them out and their confidence goes.
Robin:
How do you psyche out a bee?
Sally:
You just follow them around, going, "Your honey tastes like shit, mate. You're a crap buzzer. Black and yellow stripes don't go". They soon get depressed and fly off.
Sharon:
Here's an interesting piece of information - the Eskimos have no word for snow.
Robin:
Sorry, Sharon, but you can't call them Eskimos now - they're Inuits.
Sharon:
They're imbeciles! No word for snow. They're surrounded by the stuff!
Robin:
They haven't just got one word for snow, they've got words for light snow, heavy snow...
Sharon:
Frozen snow?
Robin:
We've got a word for that - snow.
Sharon:
But that was my one piece of trivia for when conversations dry up.
Robin:
Still wrong.
Robin:
I always think that if you sit around for long enough everything will sort itself out.
Sally:
I'm not sure that plan's working.
Lilian:
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Poor Tess is shaken up. It's brought back all that nastiness with her neighbours over that high fence she built.
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Barry:
It was 17 metres tall.
Lilian:
I know, but you know Tess - she's a very private individual. There were smashed windows then. A dog dirt daubed door. The side bin overturned.
Heidi:
Her own neighbours.
Lilian:
Yeah - but who can blame her? They were dragging her through court.
Heidi:
Keith's put me on a health kick. He says I lost my shape after Dane was born. I'm only allowed to eat meat.
Annie:
[talking about Sally making headline news in the local paper] I don't know why everyone's making such a fuss - she's not the only one to make the press.
Sally:
What were you in? Readers' Wives?
Annie:
Yes. I've got no qualms about it. So what if I wasn't actually his wife? Although I was ashamed to be seen on that rug. Fake bearskin? Looked like someone had murdered Bungle.
Robin:
[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?
Janet:
I think so. Does it matter. And of course I am.
Janet:
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.
Lilian:
Years ago, if you were gay, your only options were the clergy or suicide. Or presenting a gameshow.
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