........ Mighty boosh: Rudi: You'll never win, you know. The Hitcher: Oh, yeah? Why's that? Rudi: Because I taught you everything you know. The Hitcher: You might have taught me everything I know, but you didn't teach me everything you know. Rudi: ... What does that mean? The Hitcher: Ah, fuck it. ........ School of Comedy: Hello hello Freddie what-ho did you know the plural of rhubarb is rhubarb ahahaha i know how killing oh really cherreio. What the FUCK was that oh cry me a fucking river barry Pass me a bucket for my Bleeding heart ......... IT CROWD: Moss: Prepare to put mustard on those words, for you will soon be consuming them along with this slice of humble pie that comes direct from the oven of shame set at gas mark egg on your face! …I sort of forget what I was talking about. Moss: Just promise me we won't do anything else with them. I want to go back to being weird. I like being weird. Weird is all I've got. That and my sweet style. Douglas Reynholm: God Damn, These electric sex pants Moss: Put seatbelts on your ears, Roy, because I'm about to take them for the ride of their life! ............ Doctor Who: allonz-y alonzo, The Doctor: [disappointed] Aw, I wanted to be ginger! I've never been ginger! And you, Rose Tyler! Fat lot of good you were! You gave up on me! [Rose looks annoyed] Ooh, that's rude. Is that the sort of man I am now? Am I rude? Rude and not ginger. The Doctor: Well... you could do that. Yeah, you could do that. Of course you could! But why? Look at these people, these human beings. Consider their potential! From the day they arrive on the planet, blinking, step into the sun, there is more to see than can ever be seen, more to do than- no, hold on. Sorry, that's The Lion King. But the point still stands: Leave them alone! Reinette: One may tolerate a world of demons for the sake of an angel. Reinette: My dear Doctor: the path has never seemed more slow, and yet I fear I am nearing its end. Reason tells me that you and I are unlikely to meet again, but I think I shall not listen to reason. I have seen the world inside your head and know that all things are possible. Hurry though, my love: my days grow shorter now, and I am so very weak. Godspeed, my lonely angel.