Being Human2008

Mitchell:
Hey George, you wanna watch The Real Hustle? [Mitchel turns on the TV]

George:
Oh I'd really like that, Mitchell. Women, you think you're such authorities, like the way you deal with emotions is the only way.

Mitchell:
It's not on.

George:
Uh yeah it is, at like 10:30.

Mitchell:
No, they've moved it.

George:
What, no, you're kidding me. No, I was looking forward to that.

Mitchell:
10:30, Thursday, that's Real Hustle time. A f***ing child knows that.

George:
Could I not just have one good thing in my life?

Mitchell:
It just drives me insane when they move stuff around.

Mitchell:
Don't I deserve it? Don't I deserve one bloody crumb of happiness?

Mitchell:
This is so... what, we're supposed to check? Every week? Like we don't have anything else to do? Is it our responsibility? I mean, why is it down to us to...

George:
I saw a preview, they were going to do a call about cash points.

Mitchell:
Really? [George nods] I would've loved that. You bastards! [Mitchell throws the remote across the living room and storms off into the kitchen while George sobs on the couch. Mitchell returns wearing a pair of Marigolds] Here, I'll do the washing up! Is everyone happy now!