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Jeremy |
David Mitchell |
Mark |
Olivia Colman |
Sophie |
Paterson Joseph |
Alan Johnson |
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Neil Fitzmaurice |
Jeff Heaney |
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Matt King |
Super Hans |
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Mark: I just wondered if you fancied coming down with me to the Fuckbunker.
Mark: Mmmm. Why toast when you can roast?
Jeremy: Another roast? That's the third today.
Mark: What's nicer than a roast?
Jeremy: Yeah, but, chain-eating roasts?
Mark: You know Jez... I've started to get this feeling that I'm totally, totally fucked... You know, I fucked up my wedding, I fucked up my only relationship. Everything's just completely fucked.
Jeremy: You have been thinking this for a while, haven't you?
Barney: I wanna go home. I wanna go home. I wanna go home. I wanna go home. I wanna go home. I wanna go home. I wanna go home.
Jeremy: What's going on?
Super Hans: He wants to go home.
Jeremy: Hmmm... women. There they are, walking around. And they've all got them. Under their clothes. Hiding there. But I know the secret: vaginas.
Mark: I win because they all think I pissed myself, when they have no idea I came all in my pants!
Super Hans: Do I look like I'm made of apples?
Mark: Hi Soph, how are you? How are you feeling?
Sophie: Well... I want to give things another go.
Mark: You... you do?
Sophie: No, of course I fucking don't!
Mark: If she wants a PR War, then she can have a PR War... I'll Mandelson her! Nobody wanted New Labour, Jeremy, but now we all know how it works.
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