- Justine: So that's my dream. A plastic surgery clinic for animals.
- Jonathan Walters: Called Pug Ugly?
- Justine: Yes. I want it to be classy.
- Jonathan Walters: Oh, of course. Well, I've never understood the joys of small animal surgery. For me, it's about all things equine. Nothing beats sitting astride a stallion, that taut barrel between your thighs. Breathing in that fresh, salty sweat. Feeling your hearts beating as one, and then jump... Ahh.
- Sara: What are you playing at?
- Justine: I'm role-playing, like you asked.
- Sara: I said receptionist, not vet.
- Justine: Well, you know, got bored.
- Sara: Well, I get bored, but I don't suddenly turn into a florist. Why are you talking with that Northern accent?
- Justine: Well, the only thing I could think of was...
- Sara, Justine: All Creatures Great and Small.
- Sara: Hmm. Well, thanks very much, Tristan, you have landed me right in it.
- [first lines]
- Sara: Uh, one rat rope bridge, six nibbling cubes, and a hamster snuggle pouch.
- Daniel: Yeah, check.
- Sara: Yeah, okay, uh, one ferret veggie centre, one Supreme Gerbil Fortress, Supreme Gerbil Palace.
- Daniel: Check. Oh, hang on, no Fortress.
- Sara: That's fine, we've got the Palace, so I'm happy.
- Daniel: No, but they're not the same thing. A palace is just a posh house. A fortress is a military installation.