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Maybe I could put on Big Bond Themes and pretend I'm entering data for MI6.)Mark: (Come on, Mark, turn it on! ) Oh, er, naughty, you've combined metric and imperial, you might get an interdenominational...er, you know, from mixing the two measurement systems, a hangover of that kind (Just stay mute, Mark. Remain in your compound.)Mark: (Need time to think. I guess the only good thing is that my life is so boring it feels like it might go on forever.
She's definitely the most boring person here.) [Looks at group of people] (I mean, they look great, they're probably talking about how they're going to make a real life porn movie with a proper story and everything... Socks before or after trousers, but never socks before pants, that’s the rule. ) [Bangs his head twice against wall]Mark: Listen, Jeremy, you don't seem to understand. Maybe somewhere you can earn a living sitting around, drinking margaritas through a curly plastic straw, but in this world, you've got to turn up, log on and grind out. because he's a crackhead and he does that sort of thing all the time. I mean, it's been a long time for either of us, I mean, I haven't had my oats in something like two weeks!! Today I even considered doing that thing that that MP and Michael Hutchence did. [Mimes putting a rope around his neck and masturbating]Jeremy: Brilliant, Mark. Mark: Hi, hi, say isn't it funny all the coffee, what's with all the coffee? He's just going to stand there doing nothing like Jeff's the invading Chinese army. Oh god, it's got to be me.)Jeremy: (God I must look so cool to her, like Pete Doherty or Bukowski. If I do this, even if I end up marrying Sophie and we live in a detached house in Surrey and we buy a holiday home in Umbria, our children will always look up at the face of a man who once crapped in a takeaway bag. I'd have to hide it here, somewhere in my room next to one of my things. It’s only the miracle of consumer capitalism that means you’re not lying in your own shit, dying at 43 with rotten teeth. Mark: She's not out of Hollyoaks, Jeremy, she probably had a ration book! I'm down the pub putting the hours in with the dad, and you're back at the house banging the mum! Mark: (Oh God, the first fiancé challenge and I've got a gun. It's OK, it's perfectly normal, this is the country. They go around shooting crows, and trespassers, and eventually, because of the EU, themselves.)Johnson: Tonight should be a free-fire idea zone. Legs like two great steam locomotives, pumping away, I'm unstoppable - JESUS, is that a stitch? Oh, I think I'm gonna puke, I'm literally going to die, ugh, what an idiotic boob I was back ten or eleven seconds ago.)Mark: (How did my house become a rave? They'll never leave and eventually they'll brick me up in my room and ownership will pass to them because a high court judge will rule me to be officially not living life to the max.)Mark: While we’re at it, there are systems for a reason in this world. It’s not all a conspiracy to keep you in little boxes, alright? And most importantly - now zoophilia films free for all!
It help you recognize more about animal sex (horse or dog).
That's not going to look good on my quarterly review)Mark: (observing a vandal) (Jesus, what's that man doing?
Then they'll come for the trade unionists- although that, to be honest, wouldn't really bother me too much)Jez: [after joining Nancy in the sauna] (Could use my sauna line.) Phwoor.
That is the single worst, single, bloody idea ever. ) [Discovers the cartoon has disappeared from Sophie's desk] (It's gone!
Your hair isn't red, people don't walk around on stilts. Just keep clear of her till you've worked out a - I could say Jeremy had a gun and made me sing it ... Maybe you could be a crackbitch and sit on my -)Mark: (I'll be able to order him around.
People shitting in bags and throwing it out the window at each other.