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WARREN: You're on the ropes. You fuck this up and you are dead to me. I’m gonna hang up the phone and I’m gonna piss on it.

REBECCA: It was a pleasure to meet you, Mr Schill. CLIVE: You too Rebecca. I look forward to being served by you in five years at the Overhead all night pharmacy or whatever is left of this company when you're finished with it. That's your future. But hey, at least you'll have got there first.

MALCOLM: I… I don't want to see him! AUBREY: Then don't look at him! WARREN: Er… Nice to meet you. MALCOLM: Go to hell, fucko!

CLIVE: Blue Sky, add lasagnes to the shopping list. BLUE SKY: I've added 'lasagne sheets' to your shopping list.

WARREN: She's big. Like Gordon said she would be. She's… she’s got - what's this, she’s got like a groove… a groove on her shell-

BRYONY: No, Gordon. The worst thing about Red Valley is also the best. Here, the only person you have to listen to is yourself. There's nobody else around. GORDON: You should do a TED talk. Did this work on Grace and Pamela? And Aubrey Wood, and Ben Thomas?

PAMELA: Do you realise how much this sounds like an Alan Partridge bit? CLIVE: I'm not Alan Partridge. I'm Jerry Maguire.

WARREN: The reality is, Gord, that I have largely lost respect and appreciation for the passage of time.

BRYONY: They're just a higher class of dead. Premium dead, if you will. And they'll be premium dead forever.

WARREN: Gordon's just an old fruit. The whole company is crawling with this kind of guy, little mole men who never see daylight and want to be in the X-Files.

GORDON: Warren. WARREN: Gordon bloody Porlock.

CLIVE: We can do a She's All That. Right, take the glasses off at the right moment, shake your hair out. But don't make it look like you're shaking your hair out, we don't want to be too obvious.

CLIVE: That… that was Francesca. PAMELA: The hell does she want? CLIVE: She wants to sit very close to me while I get showered in piss.

WARREN: I didn't even know what this job was, okay? My wife got it for me. GORDON: Oh. Right. WARREN: Look, I've been out of work for a while, okay. I... wasn't well. I... I wasn't well.

GORDON: Maybe you're not who I think you are. But given the company we keep, you might still be the least awful person I currently work with. So let’s be friends. I'll be back tomorrow. And maybe I’ll bring Top Trumps or something.

CLIVE: Joined at the hip. Clive and Pam.

AUBREY: Anything I thought was useful. And one tortoise in a tupperware.

WARREN: How can Waffles decide? She is a tortoise. GORDON: Hmm. Don't know. WARREN: Can't we...you know just umm...put her on her back and... GORDON: What? Spin her? WARREN: Is that bad? GORDON: You want to spin the tortoise?

GORDON: Some of them, they don’t even want to wait till they die. That’s much more grizzly and complicated. They’d like to be frozen right now while they’re fit and healthy ready to see the future, but they're not interested in the cost. And I don't mean money, Warren.

CLIVE'S MOUTH IS FULL AND HIS REPLY IS TOO GARBLED FOR BLUE TO MAKE OUT. CLIVE: I jsufjf whanttj to eaassrt my dfjnnner -

TOMAS: Morior Invictus! CLIVE: For fuck's sake, not you as well-

CLIVE: Alright sugartits.

AUBREY: I reached out to a friend of mine in the company. Well, she's my ex.

WARREN: Yep… I just want to take a moment to say that this is the most Gordon Porlock thing that has ever happened.

AUBREY: Open you bastard's bastard!

CLIVE: She's not your wife. She's the lead of this operation. We couldn't let you back out in the world without a handler and it was her or me. I think we're all glad it wasn't me. She's watching all of this right now actually. Just through that mirror behind me.

WARREN: I don't think I want to do this any more. I want to get out. I want us both to get out.

BRYONY: I've had quite enough of that piss Shiraz thank you, you're doing a fine job of toasting your own cock with it all by yourself.

AUBREY: Bit of a soft ending.

WARREN: I want to go back into the pod. Please.

AUBREY: Halbech? Dr Halbech? Bryony, answer your fucking comm! DR THOMAS: She's gone, you're in charge of this fucker's airway. Come on.

AUBREY: They must've been desperate. No offence. WARREN: None taken, spirit guide. AUBREY: I'm not your spirit guide, Warren.

CLIVE: Aubrey Wood is just a crazy person who wants attention. She'll be locked up in no time. They'll probably put her in one of their dodgy hypersleep cells and then she'll catch some horrible stasis virus, and it will be ironic and funny.

WARREN: Argh. Too many… too many Gordons. Shh.

CLIVE: Okay so like, do you need me to study anything, like… do I have to know anything before... PAMELA: What do you want to know? CLIVE: I don't know like, the stewardess always has important information before a flight.

AUBREY: But she just couldn't help herself. Under all the cloaks and daggers and bluster and putdowns. she wouldn't hide her excitement about the work. It was magnetic. I wanted to be like her.

PAMELA: I have to hand it to you, you really are the golden boy. CLIVE: Damn right.

WARREN: I'm sorry I said those things about you when we were in the tunnel. If it wasn't for you and your interest in all of this, I'd be here on my own. And I don't know how I'd manage that.

GORDON: Cidade maravilhosa, coração do meu Brasil.

GORDON: Do you have a card I could take? WARREN: Oh. Yeah, yeah I do! WARREN DIGS AROUND A MOMENT AND PRODUCES A LITTLE CASE OF BUSINESS CARDS. WARREN: You're actually the first person to ask for one of these.

BRYONY: Do you recycle your threats? CLIVE: Do I what? BRYONY: You told Warren you'd eat his teeth a few weeks back. I always found your profanity at the very least inventive and presumably spontaneous. Feel like I'm seeing behind the curtain a bit here. Very disappointing.

CLIVE: Sorry guys... are you... are you trying to fuck me? REBECCA: I beg your pardon?

HESTER: You are a bloody balloon. AUBREY: Then thank goodness I'm tied to you.

GORD: Do you want to continue?

REBECCA: Sorry again, Pam about the mess. Grab her feet Clive. CLIVE: Er, er… I walk with a cane, Rebecca, I don't know if I can manage carrying a dead body- REBECCA: Just do it. CLIVE: Fuck sake.

REBECCA: The all in white is a little much, isn't it? With the hat and the cane? Just work on the little beard and you'll be Richard Attenborough in Jurassic Park. CLIVE: Can't pretend that's not what I'm going for.

WARREN: Good joke on this one. Very on brand. Why do penguins always stay in pairs? GORDON: Umm… Why? WARREN: Cos freezer crowd.

WARREN PUTS IN THE TAPE. IMMEDIATELY AN EAR-BLEEDING METAL TRACK PLAYS.

WARREN: You control me by getting these rises out of me, you... you stop me from thinking clearly, I need to stop... I need to gather myself—

KAREN: Babe, where the fuck are you? You know I worry. You must have like 10 missed calls from me. We don't do this, alright?