FM (UK)

Dom: So you're going to remove wax from my ear by sticking in a candle made of wax. And you're sure it's not dangerous? Daisy: No, no, of course not. (reading from the leaflet) Attention. Just keep total still, so burning wax not scar face.

(Lindsay is hiding in a cubicle in the men's toilets.) Jane: Lindsay? Lindsay, what are you doing? Lindsay: Having a poo. Jane: Is that Ladyhawke's laptop? Lindsay: Oh. It was an accident.

Ladyhawke: Do you guys have wi-fi? I need to check my emails. Lindsay: No. We don't … it's broken. Yeah, the router's having its modem refragged. Neil?

Lindsay: Neil, stop it. The email, stop it. Catch it! Neil: Catch it? It's not a mouse. Lindsay: Stop it. Stop it. Unsend. Where's the Unsend button?

Dom: Seriously, you've got to go out with a bird that does sign language. Hand speed is unbelievable.

Jane: Whoa! Those are tight. Lindsay: They're supposed to be, Jane. They're skinny jeans. Jane: Someone dressing up for Ladyhawke? Lindsay: No, I like them. Oh, if I'm honest they're a little tighter than I'd like. Neil: I can actually see your balls. Dom: Morning, losers. You look like a character from A Nightmare Before Christmas.

Homeless Man: Come on, mate, have you got anything to spare? Neil: I got a smoothie in here. It's got goji berries in. Homeless Man: No thanks. Those things got more sugar in them than a can of Coke.

Lindsay: What's in the bag? Neil: Marshmallows. The acoustically-friendly cinema snack.