I'm playing Red Dead Redemption 2 and I really wish there was an 'apologise' button because I keep accidentally kicking men off their horses or strangling them to death...
[during Gus's visit to the DEA]
Hank: The group that I supervise focuses on methamphetamine which is a growing problem in the country, unfortunately.
Gus: *shaking head* Terrible.
Gus: *internal monologue* Terri-brill!
Fifteen: [holding baby Ruby]
Fifteen: [to no one in particular] This is the future - black men holding white babies! And you'd better get used to it...
Fifteen: Because it's very, very lovely!
[from Peep Show]
*after the Pandorica speech*
Eleven: That went brilliantly! It probably looked like I was actually going to fight them all, when actually I was going to use Rory as a human shield.
[from Peep Show]
Thirteen: I can't spend all my time thinking about myself any more. I've got to think about the other people.
Yas: Like your companions?
Thirteen: No, I mean people that's having injustices done to them.
Thirteen: Like women and midgets and such...
[from Walk Hard - The Dewey Cox story]
Feyd, internally: what the fuck? He’s got a signature gang sign before a fight AND a catch phrase? I usually skip straight ahead to killing people. Does he always do this? Is it weird I’m not doing this? Okay what is my response going to be? You know if I win this fight I’m absolutely using this on the next guy. Oh shit everybody is looking at me, quick say something
“May THY knife chip and shatter” fucking nailed it Feyd…
Some of the people I've met on my US road trip include:
another customer at the Atlanta airport car rental who made the staff get all star struck. he turned to us and said humbly "I sing a bit"
a teenage boy who walked into Starbucks with his mum, wearing a balaclava covered with pictures of uzis and AK47s. later we got into the lift with them, and he asked quite genially "how y'all doing this morning?"
an Alabaman who looked like a heterosexual Jessie Tyler Ferguson on his own in a Gatlinburg Irish-themed bar. we talked about the merits of joining a white supremacist gang if in prison. again, very friendly
Paul: You know my middle name's actually Mitchell. I never thought much about it but suddenly it's so obvious...
Chani: What is?
Paul: Surely you see it? 'Mitchell'? or... 'Myth Child'! 'Paul the Child of Myth'. Like I'm the messiah
Chani: Oh fuck off
Paul: The Myth Child forgives you.
[from That Mitchell & Webb Look]
*at the start of Heaven Sent*
Twelve: This is gonna be like the Shawshank Redemption, but with more tunneling through shit and no fucking redemption.
[from The Thick Of It]
Twelve: Don't get me wrong, being grumpy is good fun but it's knackering after a while. All my frowning muscles are worn out and my throat's raw from shouting... I think I need a break, maybe spend the weekend just slightly resenting things.
Twelve: I need to recharge my batteries, because in my next regeneration I'm hoping to hate fucking shit out of everything that moves.
[from Cunk & Other Humans]
Jessica: My son Paul invented a treadmill for his girlfriend's pet worm. The sketches were very convincing, considering he was on mushrooms... Mind you, the prototype did pull the worm's head off.
Jessica: Worst ending to a birthday party I've ever been to...