Harm: *Walking in to a room* Sorry I'm late... I was... doing things.
*Sounds of running footsteps progressively getting louder*
Mic: *Out of breath* HE PUSHED ME DOWN THE FUCKIN' STAIRS.
Harriet: That shirt looks great, Mac.
Mac: Thanks.
Harriet: But I bet it would look even better on Harm's floor.
Harm: Are you hitting on Mac... for me?
Mac: Harm, stop! This isn't you, you've gone mad with power!
Harm: Well of course I have.
Harm: Have you ever tried going mad without power?
Harm: It's boring.