AUBREY: But she just couldn't help herself. Under all the cloaks and daggers and bluster and putdowns. she wouldn't hide her excitement about the work. It was magnetic. I wanted to be like her.
CLIVE: Those are some good placards. 'Go Hyperfuck Yourself'. 'Overhead Killed The World'. Wow. That's a bit much. Now, that one just says 'Kontinue', I don't get it.
PAMELA: Oh, let me see. Itβs Kontinue, but they've swapped the 'o' for a 'u'.
WARREN: Dr Robotnik! I blew up his stupid little dick robot! I killed that fat fucker!
GORDON: Warren! Talk quieter!
WARREN: I murdered him! I smote his fucking ruin!
GORDON: Good. That's great, man.
CAPTAIN: We thought it was festivities of some kind, but now we think there may have been some kind of... incident.
CLIVE: Some kind of incident. Thank you so much, Russell.
GORDON: ...Playing this back in my mind, I'm probably really creeping you out, aren't I? I'm sorry. I don't get to talk about this stuff very much. I'm sorry I pretended to be you on the phone to payroll and shouted at them to give me your address -
GORDON: I could tell you about the novelisation of the movie Jurassic Park based on the novel Jurassic Park.
WARREN: You could, but you should not. Let's get to the main event.
WARREN: I'm sorry I said those things about you when we were in the tunnel. If it wasn't for you and your interest in all of this, I'd be here on my own. And I don't know how I'd manage that.
WARREN: Marion Soutar used to live in the farmhouse sometime after World War Two, died after eating one of the pink-footed geese for their dinner and choked on the lead shot from their own gun.
GORDON: Fowl play?
CLIVE: Tomorrow you can fly your helicopter over Sugarplum Mountain and watch the sun go down over one of the most beautiful cities in the world. All courtesy of Kontinue.
REBECCA: It's Sugarloaf Mountain. Enjoy your paintings.