Primeval, Series 2

Oliver Leek:
[Appearing on the A.D.D's monitors] You're on your own, James. There's no one there but you.

Lester:
Leek? What the hell are you doing?

Leek:
Now, I want you to feel what it's like to be on the wrong end of your grand disdain. The little man looking up at the big boss.

Lester:
Security! I want security in here now!

Leek:
They've all gone, James. Either off on Cutter's wild goose chase, or dead. Now...

[A future predator controlled via neural implant appears before Lester]

Leek:
I'm going to hunt you.

. . .

Lester:
Leek, you're never going to make me beg for my life, so let's just end it now.

Leek:
All right, if you insist.

[The Future Predator snarls]

Leek:
Goodbye, James.

Lester:
One more thing.

Leek:
Yes?

Lester:
You really are a tiresome little man.

[The Future Predator lunges at Lester from the ceiling, and is promptly impaled on the tusk of the mammoth released by Lester moments earlier]

Lester:
Good boy. Good mammoth.