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WARREN: Would you rather have arms as long as your pubes, or pubes as long as your arms?

CLIVE: Aubrey Wood is just a crazy person who wants attention. She'll be locked up in no time. They'll probably put her in one of their dodgy hypersleep cells and then she'll catch some horrible stasis virus, and it will be ironic and funny.

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.

WARREN: And a tortoise. For Gordon.

GORDON: You're talking about the Red Valley Seed Vault.
WARREN: Sorry, the what?

AUBREY: You shouldn't blame yourself you know. Gordon was always going to end up here, one way or the other. You heard him on those tapes.
WARREN: Maybe. The day I met him, it changed things. You can't pretend otherwise. And that's on me.

CLIVE: Warren fucking Godby! The man, the myth, the bellend!

CLIVE: I'm sorry, right. I'm sorry I'm like this. I'm insufferable, okay. My therapist says so. I'm lonely. I miss my little girl. I even miss my wife. Things are a mess.

WARREN: Off you fuck now, I'm gonna play Virtua Racing.

GORDON: He was starting to calm down. He climbed back in through his bedroom window so he could eat the fondant fancies I'd got for him. Somehow we got talking about his memory, it was stupid of me.

GORDON: We were called Pus Crank.

WARREN: That's a Mazda Bongo Friendee.

GORDON: Brazilian.
WARREN: You're Brazilian?
GORDON: On my mother's side.

WARREN'S AGITATION CAN BE HEARD CLEARLY AS, PARALLEL, GORDON SOUNDS EXCITED. FEVERISH.

WARREN: I want to go back into the pod. Please.

CLIVE: Tits and teeth, Dr Jennings.
PAMELA: Same to you, asshole.

AUBREY: Well of course worry about Waffles. Just put her in a tupperware or something.

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.

CLIVE: I'm sorry, right. I'm sorry I'm like this. I'm insufferable, okay. My therapist says so. I'm lonely. I miss my little girl. I even miss my wife. Things are a mess.

GORDON: Yeah. I've got the audio from the cryo suite and I've got Wood's logs and I've cut them together.
WARREN: Why would you do that?
GORDON: To make it more dramatic!

WARREN'S AGITATION CAN BE HEARD CLEARLY AS, PARALLEL, GORDON SOUNDS EXCITED. FEVERISH.

WARREN: Excellent. It’s very on brand. How many of these have you got?
GORD: 119.
WARREN SITS DOWN ON HIS BED.
WARREN: We best crack on then.

WARREN: Oscar isn't going to show up, is he?
GORD: No.
WARREN: How long does he wait?
GORD: The recording lasts another 40 minutes.

WARREN: I mean. Yeah. When I met him, he was sat at his desk in Archives, and... yeah. Fine. He was, wasn't he? He was just like that, I thought he was a nutjob. But tha… that's when I was... I wasn't really me, not really... Oh, Christ this is all so fucked up.

WARREN: Eaten by pigs floating in space.
GORDON: That is good.

AUBREY: You've been in hypersleep for 44 years. It's 2064.

WARREN: It's because when I get in that pod I go nowhere. I think of nothing. I simply am not. And every time I go in I have that sliver of hope that if I do come out, the world might be a different place, and I might be a different person.,

CLIVE: I- I have a daughter. M- my daughter.
REBECCA: She lives in Sweden, doesn't she? Engaged to a foreign dignitary of some kind. Her mother is still there too, I believe.
CLIVE: They all have their spaces booked. They- They'll be going. Going… going to the future.

AUBREY: Winnie the Pooh was a murderer.

WARREN: And a tortoise. For Gordon.