- [first lines]
- Sandy: How did the interview go?
- Vikki: She picked so many holes in me I feel like an old cardigan.
- Sandy: Oh dear. Sorry, Vikki.
- Vikki: She's nice, you said.
- Sandy: Well, she usually is.
- Vikki: Well, thanks for trying, but on the whole I think I'd sooner work for... Genghis Khan.
- Sandy: She is a bit out of sorts.
- Vikki: [laughs] That's a bit!
- Sandy: Look, I'll have a quiet word later.
- Vikki: No thank you. Suddenly being unemployed has its compensations.
- Sandy: Oh. Look, it's lunch in an hour. Meet me over the road, eh?
- Vikki: Okay. If you don't turn up, I'll look for you in the Job Centre.
- [last lines]
- Jean: Stephen, I have to ask. Why aren't you confused?
- Stephen: Look, I know how old Penny thought of David: matchless. Well, he wasn't. Damn nice bloke, but not matchless. But now you've finally convinced her, and a good thing too, with this wonderful fiction that you actually met thirty-eight years ago. Brilliant. I detect your professional acumen in this, Lionel.
- Lionel: Stephen, it's the truth!
- Stephen: Oh, right. Pull the other one, old chap. Next thing you know you'll be telling me you're *not* a psychiatrist.
- Penny: Stephen!
- Stephen: Coming!
- Jean: Well, Doctor.
- Lionel: I think we'll let that one lie.
- Jean: [laughing] Probably best.
- Alistair: Drop you somewhere, miss?
- Judith: I don't believe you! Where did you come from?
- Alistair: Weird thing that. I was sitting in my office, and this voice suddenly said: "Alistair. Alistair Deacon, somewhere out there is an angel in distress." And here I am.
- Judith: I don't believe a word of that.
- Alistair: The other version is that I was on my way to Gatwick, and there you were. Still magic, though, isn't it?