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BRYONY: (TO CLIVE) And you're just going to t-shirt and blazer like you're Tony Stark.

GORD: The pink-footed goose. It's squawk heralds a new day. Covered in bird shit.

CLIVE: Evening Gordon.
GORDON: Clive Schill?
CLIVE: Gordon, I think it's time you and I had a talk about Warren Godby. And you can turn off the tape recorder for this one.

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'?

WARREN: You're on the ropes. You fuck this up and you are dead to me. I’m gonna hang up the phone and I’m gonna piss on it.

GORDON: You want all your blood drained out and exchanged for a cryoprotectant compound that'll preserve your organs and tissues in the chance you might be resuscitated one day and live in the future, be my guest. But no one wants to talk about how we get to that future, Warren.

AUBREY: Or you'll go down in history as the first man crushed to death by a ballbag.

AUBREY: I'm tired of looking to Ben for...what? Protection? Reassurance? He couldn't protect me from a malicious bag of crisps.

GORDON: Clive Schill? The golden boy?
WARREN: Yeah, you want a result, go to him -
GORDON: I don't trust Clive fucking Schill! How many men below the age of 40 are called Clive?

GORD: She told you that you've been in hypersleep for 44 years. And you laughed.
WARREN: What's the question?
GORD: Why would you laugh?

WARREN: I don't think I want to do this any more. I want to get out. I want us both to get out.

WARREN: I'm done, do you want to storm off or shall I?
GORDON: You can go.
WARREN: You don't like being down here on your own. You go.
GORDON: Okay.

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?

WARREN: Yeah. Because death can be fun.
GORDON: It really can! And in a sense, isn't it slightly reassuring? These guys are dead. And we're not!
WARREN: I can't even begin to unpack that statement.

AUBREY: Why am I illuminating the space between us with a zippo lighter? Well, if you look closer, you'll see I've duct-taped it to a can of my favourite anti-perspirant. If you don't do exactly what I tell you I'm going to spray it, which will burn your face off.

WARREN: You're a really good friend Gordon. I'm really sorry you got caught up in all of this.

DOUG: Welcome to Overhead. Keep digging.

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!

AUBREY: I spent an hour staring at his pod. His eyes were open. Not smiling anymore. I stood and waited for someone to tell me what to do.

PAMELA: Why are you smiling like that?
CLIVE: Just thinking about the future.
PAMELA: I'll drink to that.

GORDON: Well I'm worried.
WARREN: Well, thank you, Gordon.
GORDON: For myself! Clive smashed an office chair into the wall and now he's staring at the fire extinguisher like it insulted his mother.

CLIVE: She's not your wife. She's the lead of this operation. We couldn't let you back out in the world without a handler and it was her or me. I think we're all glad it wasn't me. She's watching all of this right now actually. Just through that mirror behind me.

WARREN IS ON THE FLOOR, HUNCHED OVER THE BODY OF GORDON.
WARREN: Help me. Help me. Please. Help me.

ASSISTANT: My friend Toby told me he'd seen you.
WARREN: Who the hell is Toby?
ASSISTANT: He heard it from his brother's girlfriend who works at the Travel Inn.
WARREN: Jesus Christ, do you all have a fucking shared WhatsApp group or something?

THE RAIN CONTINUES WHILE NO ONE SPEAKS.
GORD: Would you like me to play the next recording?
WARREN: No. No, I can wait.

AUBREY: Where's she gone?
DR THOMAS: She left.
AUBREY: She what?
DR THOMAS: She's gone. It's just us and Winnie the fucking Pooh. Are you going to help me or not?

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?

AUBREY: They were all covered in these...midges or whatever they are, they're the dominant fucking lifeforms out here so I burned the bloody towels and did a dance around them because they were so fucking gross.

CLIVE: Okay, we probably shouldn't be throwing our dependency issues at each other before the biggest pitch meeting of our careers.
PAMELA: Of your career maybe. I'm just your glamorous assistant.

GORDON: But Warren can't let her win the fight, so he never refuses her, like he never wants to show weakness. As if he's almost daring Bryony to go further. It's crazy.