Moss: I came here to drink milk and kick ass. And I've just finished my milk.
Rachel Riley: [to Moss] Someone reminded me earlier, you haven't actually yet got a word less than eight letters long. It's quite extraordinary.
Moss: [why they don't answer the door at home] This is London, Jen. It's not someone with cake. Unless that cake is made of dog poo and knives!
Prime: First rule of Street Countdown. Is that you really must try and tell as many people as possible about it. It's a rather fun game and the more people you tell about it the better.
Prime: [to Moss] A fan of tiny biscuits. You are full of surprises.
Prime: [about Moss] Eighteen letters. I've never seen so many. He is The One.
Himself - Countdown Host: [to Moss] You really do look like you're on you way to winning that Countdown Teapot... no offence Jeremy.
Prime: [to Roy] Countdown groupies are the most sexually voracious of all groupies, and the most beautiful.
Ivana: [to Roy] Will I see you tonight?
Moss: Not now, Ivana.
Roy: Did you have sex with that lady?
Moss: If you call that mindless animalist rutting sex, then yes. I supposed we did.
Roy: That sounds like sex.