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Carol Fanning <ConansGal>

	Classic Spaced Quotes	1004 dni temu
	These are just too good not to share and I know they arent even all here! Daisy: Do you rent downstairs? Brian: D'you mean am I gay? Daisy: What? Brian: D'you mean am I gay? Daisy: No, I meant "are you renting the downstairs flat?" Brian: Oh, right. Yep, sort of. Tim: Are you gay? Brian: What? Tim: Are you gay? Brian: [Thoughtfully] No. Brian: That's chaos theory. The belief that the future is in fact a mathematically predictable preordained system. Daisy: So somewhere out there in the vastness of the unknown there's an... equation for predicting the future? Brian: An equation so complex as to utterly defy possibility of comprehension by even the most brilliant human mind, but an equation nonetheless. Tim: [in dawning realization] Oh my god... Brian: What? Daisy: What? Tim: I've got some fucking Jaffa Cakes in my coat pocket. All: AYYYYEEEE!!!! Tim: Oh Mommy, Oh Daddy, Lets all play kabadi! Daisy:: You're up early. Tim: Oh, I haven't been to bed. Me and Mike met up with these two Scottish guys in the pub and they gave us all this cheap speed. Daisy: Oh Tim, that's so tacky. Tim: Yeah I know, but y'know they were so nice... I think if we'd said no they'd have got offended and beaten us to death with a pool cue. Mike: Wanna go back into your party? Tim: But they were playing 'The Time Warp'! I hate 'The Time Warp'! Mike: Daisy likes it. Tim: I don't care! I hate it! It's boil-in-the-bag perversion for sexually repressed accountants and first-year drama students with too many posters of Betty Blue, The Blues Brothers, Big Blue and Blue Velvet on their blue bloody walls! Daisy: Right, I'm going to the shops. D'you want anything? Tim: P*rn. Daisy: Tim, I'm not going to buy you p*rn. You can get it from railway sidings like everybody else. Tim: I can't, I'm an adult. I'm supposed to leave it there. Brian: Do you think I should lose the waistcoat? Tim: I think you should burn it. Because if you lose it, you might find it again. Paintball player: Gosh, this is so exciting! Mike: This your first time, kid? Paintball player: I'm thirty-six. Mike: This your first time, old man? Paintball player: Yeah. I've always fancied myself as a bit of a soldier. Tim: Yeah, I've always fancied myself. Mike: I've always fancied you... Tim: [quickly] Not here! Paintball player: [in awe] You've seen combat? Mike: Yes, yes I have. Paintball player: Where? Mike: Umm, on the television! Paintball player: But you just said the last time you were in this situation you didn't use a paintball gun! Tim: He didn't. Paintball player: Well, what did you use? Mike: Erm, it was a big stick...? Tim: It's not a bedsit. It's a flat. Tim: No, she's saying 'Chuck your boyfriend, have a sandwich'. Tim: Oh, Mike, you're too good for them. You're a lone wolf. Mike: Like Mr. T. Tim: Exactly like Mr. T. Except white and hairy. Mike: I pity the fool. Tim: I pity the fool. Mike: [Mr. T voice] I ain't gettin' on no plane, sucka! Tim: Stop that. Tim: I think we should lose the axe. Mike: I like the axe. Tim: I like my face. Mike: I like your face. Tim: Let's keep the axe. Robot 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. Tim: Why aren't we allowed to smoke? Mike: Not allowed to talk about it. Mike: You can't drink a pint of Bovril. Duane Benzie: I haven't seen you since... Tim: Yeah, well. No hard feelings, eh? Duane Benzie: You shot me in the bollocks, Tim. Tim: Yeah, well, like I say. No hard feelings. Tim: 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? Tim: It's been eighteen years, Mike, where did you think he was? Mike: [whimpers] Next door! And my personal favourite EVER interaction between two people. Brian: Can I borrow a tea-bag? Tim: [sarcastically] Only if you bring it back. [pauses] You can HAVE a tea-bag, Brian, you can't borrow one. Brian: What are you playing? Tim: Tomb Raider 3. Brian: She's drowning. Tim: Yeah. Brian: Is that the point of the game? Tim: Depends what mood you're in really. Brian: What sort of mood are you in then? Tim: Well, I got a letter from my ex-girlfriend this morning, 3 months too late, exlaining why she dumped me. It was full of 'you'll always be special' and 'I'll always love you' platitudes designed to make me feel better whilst simultaneously appeasing her deep seated sense of guilt for running off with a slimy little city boy called Duane and destroying my faith in everything which is good and pure. Brian: So it didn't really work then. Tim: No, it made me wanna drown things! [turns around, sees Brian dressed as a painting] You've got paint on you. Brian: It's a literal tribute to the self reflexivity of Rembrandt. Tim: Did he like it? Brian: He's dead. Tim: Bloody hell that really backfired. Okay that ran a little long but there's just too many classic quotes from this programme! Oh and this is just cute: [Daisy exits the house; Tim follows her a moment later with a baby in his arms] Tim: I think she's filled her nappy again. Will you change her? Daisy: I made the tea! Tim: I went to the shop! Daisy: I was in labour for fifteen hours! Tim: You win! [They kiss] Tim: Love you. Daisy: I know. [They turn to go back inside] Tim: Come on, Luke. Daisy: Tim, we're not calling her 'Luke'.
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1 komentarz:

	Wang Linqing mówi…	816 dni temu
	A Hahahaha... those things are so funny... cannot stop laughing
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