Nicola: You’re not the only one that suggested [I should run for the local council]. Call it a mandate from the masses, if you like!
Bernice: If you’re referring to what I said yesterday, I was mostly being facetious and sarcastic.
Billy: I’ll have a pint and whatever this gorgeous girl is having please.
Charity: A pot to puke in?
Bernice: How was your honeymoon?
Jessie: I shared a bed with a woman and got mistaken for a sex worker. So, you know, swings and roundabouts.
Leyla: Let’s hope Graham’s got [a heart] beating in there somewhere, eh?
Nicola: You’re joking, aren’t you? Probably plugs himself into a charger every night. No wonder he’s got no feelings.
[Jolene, the defibrillator dummy, flatlines]
Kerry: Guys, I’m gonna call this. Jolene’s gone to join the angels.
Nicola: I know I’ve always been a bit…challenging.
Bernice: Huh! Understatement of the century!
Jimmy: You’ll have to do [PE] in your pants like we had to.
Elliot: That’s against my human rights!
Dan: See! You have got mates.
Amelia: Yeah…
Daz: Dan, they’re not even the same age.
Dan: You like God, Arthur’s into God. Arthur, come here and have a natter about the Bible.
Robert: No buts, [Spamela the pig] stays and she goes in a sandwich. Your choice.
Charity: Vanessa, you’ve clearly got something very deeply wrong with you…that would make you willing to put up with me. So I want to take advantage of that, by pressuring you into agreeing to spend the rest of your life with me.
