& Gary: You know what I mean. One night. Five guys. Twelve pubs. Let battle commence.
& Gary: Look. Peter. We didn’t make it before, but this time, we’re gonna see it through to the bitter end. Or lager end.
& Peter: This looks exactly like the car I sold you in 1989.
Gary: This is the car you sold me in 1989. Best 300 quid I ever spent.
Peter: This is The Beast?
Gary: Yeah. Pretty much. I mean, she’s had a bit of work done. I had to replace the brakes, suspension, exhaust, seats, wheels, paneling, carburetor, manifold, the whole engine, really, mirrors, headlamps. Other than that, she’s the same old motor.
Oliver: You could almost say an antique.
& Gary: And we’re back! Just like the Five Musketeers.
Steven: Three Musketeers, isn’t it?
Peter: Four if you count D’Artagnan.
Gary: Well, nobody knows how many there were, really, do they, Pete? I mean, history’s a sketchbook.
Oliver: You do know that The Three Musketeers is a fiction, right? Written by Alexandre Dumas?
Gary: A lot of people are saying that about the Bible these days.
Steven: What, that it was written by Alexandre Dumas?
Gary: Don’t be daft, Steve, it was written by Jesus.
& Andy: What the hell is this? Why are we even here?
Gary: We are here to get annihilated.
& Gary: I don’t believe this, a man of your legendary prowess drinking fucking rain. It’s like seeing a lion eating some hummus.
& Oliver: WTF, Gary. WTF.
Gary: What the fuck does “WTF” mean?
Peter: What the fuck?
Gary: Oh, yeah.
& Oliver: It is very hard to tell, isn’t it?
Gary: Yeah, I mean, is he one of them or is he one of them?
Peter: Wait, wait, which ones are the thems again?
Gary: Well, they’re both thems, aren’t they? But there’s two ways of saying it. Is he one of them or is he one of them?
Andy: We need different terms. One for the people who aren’t robots and one for the robots who aren’t robots.
Steven: All right, we need to be able to differentiate between them, them and us.
Peter: Yeah, I think the pronouns are really confusing.
Oliver: Yes.
Gary: I don’t even know what a pronoun is.
& Andy: Nothing suggested in the last three minutes has been better than Smashy-Smashy Egg Men.
& Basil: It’s not an invasion, it’s a merger. They don’t want to get rid of us, not if they can help it. >They just want to make us more like them. Change the way we think. Bring us into line with all the others. Become another link in their chain. Which is fine, unless you say no. That’s when you get replaced.
& Sam: Gary, you’re not a bad person, but you’re not boyfriend material. The whole “free spirit quick one in the disabled toilets” thing is kinda cool when you’re 17, but not when you’re facing 40. There comes a time when you have to go forwards and not backwards.
& Gary: Why don’t you just get in your rocket and fuck off back to Legoland, you cunts!
Steven: Yeah! Stop fucking Starbucking us, man!
& Gary: Just leave us to our own devices, you intergalactic arseholes.
& Gary: We can make it. We’re gonna make it. We made it!
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& Gary: Look. Peter. We didn’t make it before, but this time, we’re gonna see it through to the bitter end. Or lager end.
& Peter: This looks exactly like the car I sold you in 1989.
Gary: This is the car you sold me in 1989. Best 300 quid I ever spent.
Peter: This is The Beast?
Gary: Yeah. Pretty much. I mean, she’s had a bit of work done. I had to replace the brakes, suspension, exhaust, seats, wheels, paneling, carburetor, manifold, the whole engine, really, mirrors, headlamps. Other than that, she’s the same old motor.
Oliver: You could almost say an antique.
& Gary: And we’re back! Just like the Five Musketeers.
Steven: Three Musketeers, isn’t it?
Peter: Four if you count D’Artagnan.
Gary: Well, nobody knows how many there were, really, do they, Pete? I mean, history’s a sketchbook.
Oliver: You do know that The Three Musketeers is a fiction, right? Written by Alexandre Dumas?
Gary: A lot of people are saying that about the Bible these days.
Steven: What, that it was written by Alexandre Dumas?
Gary: Don’t be daft, Steve, it was written by Jesus.
& Andy: What the hell is this? Why are we even here?
Gary: We are here to get annihilated.
& Gary: I don’t believe this, a man of your legendary prowess drinking fucking rain. It’s like seeing a lion eating some hummus.
& Oliver: WTF, Gary. WTF.
Gary: What the fuck does “WTF” mean?
Peter: What the fuck?
Gary: Oh, yeah.
& Oliver: It is very hard to tell, isn’t it?
Gary: Yeah, I mean, is he one of them or is he one of them?
Peter: Wait, wait, which ones are the thems again?
Gary: Well, they’re both thems, aren’t they? But there’s two ways of saying it. Is he one of them or is he one of them?
Andy: We need different terms. One for the people who aren’t robots and one for the robots who aren’t robots.
Steven: All right, we need to be able to differentiate between them, them and us.
Peter: Yeah, I think the pronouns are really confusing.
Oliver: Yes.
Gary: I don’t even know what a pronoun is.
& Andy: Nothing suggested in the last three minutes has been better than Smashy-Smashy Egg Men.
& Basil: It’s not an invasion, it’s a merger. They don’t want to get rid of us, not if they can help it. >They just want to make us more like them. Change the way we think. Bring us into line with all the others. Become another link in their chain. Which is fine, unless you say no. That’s when you get replaced.
& Sam: Gary, you’re not a bad person, but you’re not boyfriend material. The whole “free spirit quick one in the disabled toilets” thing is kinda cool when you’re 17, but not when you’re facing 40. There comes a time when you have to go forwards and not backwards.
& Gary: Why don’t you just get in your rocket and fuck off back to Legoland, you cunts!
Steven: Yeah! Stop fucking Starbucking us, man!
& Gary: Just leave us to our own devices, you intergalactic arseholes.
& Gary: We can make it. We’re gonna make it. We made it!
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