Spaced
Tim: What’s the deal with you and Marsha?
Brian: You know about the deal?
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Duane: You know what they say about love and war.
Tim: Yeah, one involves a lot of physical and psychological pain and the other one’s war.
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Brian: I’m an Artist
Tim: What sort of thing?
Brian: Pain… Fear… Anger… Aggression…
Tim: Watercolours?
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Tim: We’ve got two anniversaries. Daisy goes by the first time we kissed, I go by the first time we had sex.
Brian: So you had sex before you kissed?
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Mike: Wanna go back into your party?
Tim: But they were playing 'The Time Warp'! I hate 'The Time Warp'!
Mike: Daisy likes it.
Tim: I don't
care! I hate it! It's boil-in-the-bag perversion for sexually repressed accountants and first-year drama students with too many posters of Betty Blue, The Blues Brothers, Big Blue and Blue Velvet on their blue bloody walls!
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Brian : Chaos Theory!
Tim : Eh?
Brian : The predictability of random events. The notion that reality as we know it, past, present and future is actually a mathematically predictable preordained system.
Daisy : So somewhere out their in the vastness of the unknown is an equation... for predicting the future!
Brian : An equation so complex as to utterly defy any possibility of comprehension by even the most brilliant human mind, but an equation nonetheless.
Tim : Oh my God!
Brian : What?
Tim : I've got some ****ing Jaffa Cakes in my coat pocket!