Utopia, Season 1

Arby:
[recurring line] Where is Jessica Hyde?

Wilson:
Funny, seeing each other like this. I didn't expect you to be pretty, Becky.

Becky:
Thank you, Wilson. I think.

Wilson:
Ian, I didn't expect you to be...

Ian:
Tall?

Wilson:
No, black.

Becky:
What do you do?

Ian:
Well, think of the least interesting thing you could think of.

Becky:
IT. [Ian stares] Oh, no fucking way.

Ian:
Way fucking way. I also live with my mum.

Becky:
Jesus Christ, you're going to make me cry, Ian. What happened?

Ian:
I don't know. I really don't know.

Wilson:
[about The Utopia Experiments] Why you into it, then?

Ian:
Well, for the artwork. The stories, the sheer... imaginative vision. It's like opening a door into another world. Why diminish it by pretending it's real?

Wilson:
It's opening a door, all right, but what you don't realize is that it's opening a door... to reality.

Ian:
What does that even mean, Wilson?

Wilson:
I don't know, I'm a bit drunk.

Lee:
Most torturers tend to have their favorite areas of the body to work on. Genitals, teeth, soles of the feet. With me... it's the eyes. Chilies, sand, bleach. A spoon.

Wilson:
Is this about Utopia? I didn't even know Bejan.

Lee:
I'm going to rub chilies into your eyes. Then sand. Then bleach. Then I'm going to use the spoon. Do you know what I do with the spoon?

Jessica:
Ian, you won't be able to shoot me.

Ian:
Yeah? Don't imagine I won't, Jess.

Jessica:
No, really, you won't be able to shoot me. You've got the safety catch on. [Ian looks at it, Jessica yanks it away] They don't generally have safety catches. Except on telly.

Ian:
[as Jessica steals a car] Is this your car?

Jessica:
You're so cute.

Jessica:
Let me make this very clear. Your lives as you know them are over. What the next 48 hours are about is abandoning everything you know or thought you could rely on and adjusting to the new reality. If you can adjust you will live. If you can't, you will die.

Ian:
He's on our side, isn't he?

Jessica:
There are no sides. Just people who help you and people who don't.

Wilson:
Bloody hell, you sound about 10.

Becky:
Close. He's 11.

Wilson:
What? Really? You said that you owned a Porsche and that your girlfriend was a super-model.

Grant:
Yeah, I've got ambitions.

Becky:
Right. Shall we wait for Jessica?

Wilson:
What for? I can break in.

Grant:
Yeah? Well I can break in, as well.

Becky:
Jesus Christ. Am I the only one who can't break into houses?

Wilson:
I'll teach you if you want.

Ian:
Wilson, I work with computers, I know what I'm...

Wilson:
You're an IT consultant, Ian. If I want to know how to make a printer work, I'll let you know.

Ian:
All right, I'll tell you what. I'll say it. I like you. There. I said it, it's out. So now you can punch me, or give me a Chinese burn, or just--just kick me in my balls.

Becky:
I reckon you'd like that.

Ian:
What difference does it make who Mr. Rabbit is?

Milner:
There's a story about how he got his name. He was in bed with a criminal underworld in Kwang Dong. But he was playing everyone off against each other. The Russians, CIA, the gangs. So the Americans got fed up, and they let a particularly nasty crime boss know that he was their man. The boss found him, dragged him off the street--right through the middle of a busy office block. They tortured him, and as a lesson to others, the boss carved his own name into this man's stomach. "Rabbit." Ever seen the Chinese character for "rabbit," Ian? Lots of lines, lots of cuts. Somehow he managed to get free and, despite being unarmed, he killed everyone in that room. Then he went back through the office block and killed everyone who'd seen him. By the time he was finished, 265 people on three continents had lost their lives and not a single living person knew his identity. That's who Mr. Rabbit is. He is the beating heart of all this. And if we can find his identity, it ends and you go home.

Geoff:
Michael, if you work with me, there's a really good chance that I can make your life wonderful. But if you work against me just one more time, I will make your life over.

Donaldson:
All I know is within the next few weeks, I was embroiled in a sex scandal. Professor Pervert, addicted to coke and prostitutes.

Michael:
Did--did they just set you up?

Donaldson:
Yeah! Well, no, I do like cocaine and prostitutes. But they didn't have to tell anyone.

Becky:
Well this is nice. Better than drunk shagging and angry shagging.

Ian:
Yeah. The shagging was nice.

Becky:
Problem for you, though, is how are you going to get in my knickers without me being drunk or angry?

Ian:
Well, I could try telling you that I like you. That I think a lot about your lips, your eyes, your smile. I could tell you that I know you're in the room even before I've seen you. And I could tell you that despite all this madness, murder, mayhem... there's a corner of my soul that feels like I'm coming alive because of you.

Becky:
Yeah, well that might do it.

Milner:
You lost the manuscript.

Ian:
How do you know?

Milner:
I'm a spy. It's sort of the point of what I do.

Becky:
So she kissed you. On the mouth. Did you kiss her back?

Ian:
She held a gun to my head.

Becky:
Do you enjoy it? Well, I suppose she's attractive. In a skinny bitch evil murderess kind of way.

Letts:
You know the person who had the greatest positive impact on the environment of this planet? Genghis Khan, because he massacred 40 million people. There was no one to farm the land, forests grew back, carbon was dragged out of the atmosphere. And had this monster not existed, there'd be another billion of us today, jostling for space on this dying planet.

Arby:
It's not easy, is it? Growing up without a childhood. I was brought up in an institution. My room was a cell, really. There was an air vent there. I drew pictures around it, faces to keep the Devil out. I was told I'm like this 'cause of early trauma. I disconnected. A beneficial side effect, I suppose.

Jessica:
I know this place.

Arby:
It was me. I killed Christos. I tied him to that tree. I broke arms and fingers, tore the skin from his body. And in the end, I opened his stomach, reached inside, and pulled out what was in my hand. I was 15 years old. But he didn't say one word. Didn't speak. Didn't say where you were. That's how much he loved you. I wanted you to know that you were loved, because I wasn't.

Jessica:
Where did he put them? I want those pages and I want...

Becky:
I know! You want Mr. Rabbit. But going off and killing him isn't going to make your father any less of a cock than he was!

Jessica:
You psychoanalyzing me, Becky? We best pals now? You want to wear my lipstick?

Becky:
Shit. You're wearing makeup.

Jessica:
We'll be outside. That's not to leave this room.

Becky:
Could say please.

Jessica:
Please, Becky, don't take the manuscript out of this room or I will rip your fucking head off.

Ian:
Then you make him disable all relays. Okay?

Michael:
And then... what if he doesn't do what I say?

Ian:
Hit him with the gun.

Michael:
What, like, the fat end?

Ian:
Yeah. The fat end.