Moss: Would I blow everyone's mind if I ate dessert first?
Moss: [laughing] Oh, dear me.
Jen: What are you laughing at?
Moss: This flipping circuit board, Jen. Some chump has run the data lines right through the power supply. Amateur hour! I've got tears in my eyes!
Moss: Jiminy! Jones! Look, the nature of the thing that is happening has changed slightly, rendering it yet more interesting!
Jen: [Denholm laughs at a cup of tea] Hello, Denholm.
Denholm: Hi Jen, I'm just enjoying this cup of tea.
Richmond: [Explaining what he's seen while at work] And this one, flash, flash, flash, then wait for it. Nothing for awhile. Here it comes. Double flash!
Jen: Wow, it's obvious you're going mad.
Jen: 'Cradle Of Filth'? I presume that's a band.
Jen: It's not literally a cradle of filth.
Richmond: Ooh, no! That would be horrible!
Jen: Can I ask you two a question?
Roy: Please, Christ, yes!
Moss: Wait, wait, one moment. Wait.
[goes to computer]
Moss: OK, go.
Jen: How can you two live like this?
Moss: "How can you two...
Roy: Don't Google the question, Moss!
Roy: You can't upset the harmony of the place.
Jen: Harmony? What harmony?
Roy: I know that the place looks like a bit of a mess but its actually a very delicate ecosystem.
[makes circular motion with hands]
Roy: Everything is connected.
[mimes being connected]
Roy: It's like the rainforest.
Moss: Much like the rainforest
[mimes rain falling]
Roy: You change one thing...
Moss: [holds up one finger]
Roy: ...even the tiniest bit, and the whole rainforest dies.
Moss: [mimes hanging himself]
Jen: How come you never see Goths driving cars?
Richmond: Oh, we drive cars. We're just like you really, except we listen to Cradle of Filth.
Moss: Notice anything?
Roy: Your eyes? Something wrong with your eyes.
Moss: What? No, I have a new cup. What's wrong with my eyes?
Roy: It's not very distinctive, is it? How's anyone supposed to know it's yours?
Moss: There's a picture of me on it.
Roy: ...No there isn't!
Moss: Yes, there is.
Roy: No, there isn't Moss.
Moss: Yes, there is. I am sick of my things going walkabout. With this picture, everyone knows that a certain Mr Moss might be looking for his cup.
Roy: There is nothing on the cup!
Moss: Wrangle with him, and you will find your hands full, my friend.
Roy: Wrangle with who? There's no one there!
[a few minutes later]
Moss: Ask me where it is.
Roy: Where what is?
Moss: The picture.
Roy: OK. Where's the picture, Moss?
Moss: It's on the base, Roy.
Roy: What is that?
Jen: Goat's cheese salad.
Roy: Ugh! Ohhh!
Jen: You don't like goat's cheese?
Roy: I don't like goat's anything. I don't like goats being involved in any stage of the food production process.
Jen: What are you eating anyway?
Roy: It's a bucket of fried chicken. And it comes in a real bucket.
Moss: Roy's stuck under a desk.
Jen: Stuck under a desk?
Moss: Yes, that is an unusual text isn't it, it isn't just me.