CLIVE: Rebecca, you seem stressed. REBECCA: The world's on fire, Clive, everyone is stressed. CLIVE: I mean... that's just objectively not true. Sophia, you stressed? SOPHIA: Too blessed to be stressed, boss!

CLIVE: Make it happen or I'll eat your teeth.

WARREN: You're friends with Laura at the hotel? EMILY: No, I hate her guts. We're friends on Facebook.

AUBREY: Wood, Aubrey Jane.

REBECCA: Watch her head. CLIVE: I've got it. REBECCA: Don't bang her head. CLIVE: Oh, will I make it worse?

CLIVE: Oh, Big Billy Ballbag.

CLIVE'S MOUTH IS FULL AND HIS REPLY IS TOO GARBLED FOR BLUE TO MAKE OUT. CLIVE: I jsufjf whanttj to eaassrt my dfjnnner -

WARREN: Do you ignore everyone in the future or just me? AUBREY: Are you okay to walk? WARREN: I'll walk up Ballbag if you start answering me.

ALL: Happy death day to you. Happy death day to you. Happy death day dear Melvin. Happy death day to you.

REBECCA: Sorry again, Pam about the mess. Grab her feet Clive. CLIVE: Er, er… I walk with a cane, Rebecca, I don't know if I can manage carrying a dead body- REBECCA: Just do it. CLIVE: Fuck sake.

WARREN: Good joke on this one. Very on brand. Why do penguins always stay in pairs? GORDON: Umm… Why? WARREN: Cos freezer crowd.

WARREN PUTS IN THE TAPE. IMMEDIATELY AN EAR-BLEEDING METAL TRACK PLAYS.

CLIVE'S MOUTH IS FULL AND HIS REPLY IS TOO GARBLED FOR BLUE TO MAKE OUT. CLIVE: I jsufjf whanttj to eaassrt my dfjnnner -

GORDON: We got out of the tunnel. We'd had a falling out. I'm just trying to look out for him, Aubrey, he was coughing up blood. I should have never taken him down there, it was just because I was too bloody frightened to do it on my own...

CLIVE: Pam, there's only two of us! PAMELA: It's a drink for every ship they're gonna build for us! CLIVE: Oh, it's a fleet now, is it? PAMELA: Why the hell not?

CLIVE: Not your wife. Why didn't you tell Karen, who isn't your wife and isn't Karen, that you were going all that way? Did you not want her to know?

CLIVE: Bit like Titanic this, isn't it? When Rose's mum is sat on the lifeboat watching everyone, well you know... Watching it all happen. PAMELA: Watching the boat sink and all the poor people drown? AWKWARD SILENCE. CLIVE: Eleven Oscars. Good movie.

GORDON: Yes, I care about him. I know it might seem this way because we're alone out here, but we're the only person the other one has.

GORDON: They're hooked up to every bit of monitoring going, like a super intensive care unit, they're fully anaesthetised, tubes in their mouths, in their arms, in their cocks, the lot.

REBECCA: She was losing the plot anyway. Poor Fran. CLIVE: Th- Thank you, Rebecca. REBECCA: That was all rubbish, wasn't it? Clive can barely transfuse piss into an open toilet. PAMELA: Yeah. Yeah, it was

WARREN: Honestly, I have to take so much medication at the moment that I get like this on, like, two beers. And that's all I've had. Two beers. With dinner. That's why I can't finish Sonic 2 without a level select.

AMONGST THE CHAOS, MUSIC CAN BE HEARD BLASTING FROM SPEAKERS IN THE STREETS. REBECCA: Wha… What's that noise? CLIVE: It's music... metal.

GORD: I imagine you're very concerned about him. About Gordon. WARREN: Yes.

A RUSH OF FLUID HITTING THE METAL FLOOR, LIKE A BATH CRACKED IN TWO. AUBREY: Jesus - DR THOMAS: Oh, fuck me! AUBREY: Jesus Christ, Jesus fucking Christ - DR THOMAS: It's on my feet, it's in my fucking shoes -

PAMELA: I have to hand it to you, you really are the golden boy. CLIVE: Damn right.

REBECCA: Clive, there isn't going to be a 'not long from now', and the people are starting to figure it out. CLIVE: The people? Your personal pilot landed your personal helicopter on the most expensive ocean liner on the seven seas that you part own, you want to talk about 'the people'?

CLIVE: You use it on convicts, and you've made it dirty tech, the big money will go nowhere near it. You don't want to read that Billy Bugnuts who murdered his wife with a meat tenderiser is getting 10 years in hypersleep.

BILL: Are we all done with the murdering now?

GORDON: It wasn't much of an interview. Clive was very mean to Warren and he threatened to kill me a couple of times.

REBECCA: She was losing the plot anyway. Poor Fran. CLIVE: Th- Thank you, Rebecca. REBECCA: That was all rubbish, wasn't it? Clive can barely transfuse piss into an open toilet. PAMELA: Yeah. Yeah, it was