Tanya Kirbuk: We are going to send a probe.
Dr. Heywood Floyd: Gooood.
Tanya Kirbuk: You think I was wrong to send Max.
Heywood Floyd: Doesn't matter what I think.
Tanya Kirbuk: You think I was wrong.
Heywood Floyd: Yep.
Tanya Kirbuk: You have been drinking your whiskey from Kentucky.
Olga: Trouble never sends a warning.
Olga: Adversity is a great teacher.
Hobson: Evander, if he's not out of this ring in one minute I'll bite your other ear off.
Chris: Look at 'em. Highgyll WI, "ooh, let's arrange our cakes round an old cartwheel."
Ruth: Does look pretty though.
Chris: Whose side are you on, Brutus?
Ruth: No, I didn't mean.
Chris: What's your event by the way?
Ruth: Tea tray, on an international theme. I did Jamaica but it could be anywhere in the Caribbean.
Chris: You know, if more people did WI, there'd be half the need for hallucinogenic drugs.
Chris: I'm not a total dead loss as a woman, I may not be able to knit or make plum jam but I can bake a bloody Victoria sponge... 'course I didn't bake this one, I got it at Marks and Spencer.
Chris: T minus two hours. Bras off to avoid strap marks.
Celia: As we speak darling, as we speak.
Chris: Lawrence, we're going to need considerably bigger buns.
Chris: How's Jem?
Rod: He made a quiche on Tuesday. We've been stoned ever since.
Annie: You baked that?
Chris: I'm not a total dead loss as a woman. I can't knit or make plum jam but I can bake a bloody Victoria sponge.
Annie: Ok, thank you.
Chris: Course, I didn't actually bake this one - I got it at Marks and Spencer - but the point is.
Annie: You can't enter a cake you bought in a shop.
Chris: Get off! It doesn't matter where it comes from, does it? This is about putting up a united front against Highgyll. This isn't bakery. It's Zulu.
Student Photographer: The blood represents the spread of globalisation and the sheep's skull represents the death of democracy.
Chris: And the carrot?
Student Photographer: The carrot is capitalism.
Caroline: Are you in love?
Mary: Well, I... I do love him, I suppose. Not quite like when we first met. I trust him, really. He's my closest friend. But, what do you mean by in-love?
Caroline: I mean that you'd do absolutely anything for the other person, and you'd let them do absolutely anything to you. Anything.
Mary: Anything?
Stephan Gold: I thought I'd been punished already.
Rachel Singer: God doesn't plant car bombs.
