Thrip: Is that it, Mr. Galvin? Don't make me laugh. Galvin: Now you hear this, Thripy, you miserable scab of puke. You go anywhere near the boy and I will personally rend thee. Thrip: I wouldn't want that. No indeed, I've seen you rending, Mr. Galvin. That's something I'd be very keen to avoid.
(Thrip reaches for a gun.) Thrip: Here you go. Got a little prezzie for you. Luke: What's that? Where did you get it? Thrip: Well it aint a bunch of daffs and I didn't get it down Tesco's. Not even in these troubled times.
Thrip: I was worried about you, boy. Brush with a pyromancer. Nasty business. My spies tell me you got yourself splashed. Give you the heebie jeebies does it? Skeletons crawling out your cupboard? That type of thing? Luke: I'm fine. Keep your bony nose out of my business.
Galvin: Gladiolus Thrip. I thought you were dead. Why are you not dead? Thrip: Now, now, Mr. Galvin. Don't be like that. Galvin: Shut up and talk you festering plug of drain slime!
Galvin: What else have you heard, Sandy? Sandy: N ... n ... n. Galvin: How about we miss out the bit where you say "nothing" and go straight to the part where you tell me what I want to hear?
Karen: You're up to something, Mr. T. I only wish I knew what it was. Thrip: A good deed in a naughty world, Karen.
Mina: Calm down, Luke. All we know is Simeon's dead. Galvin: Yeah, come on, it's not for the first time.
Galvin: (to Luke) Oh for God's sake. Mina, would you explain to him, zombies take all kinds of herbal crap to stop them from rotting away.
Galvin: Simeon has passed on or out or whatever, and I'm supposed to be responsible? Luke: Murder. Let's call it by its name, Galvin. You killed him. Galvin: It's not murder. Simeon's been dead for years.
Ruby: Luke? I think I've found Father Simeon. He's dead. Luke: Don't worry. That's how he is. It's normal.
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