George: Remember, we're two guys renting a house. It's the most
natural thing in the world. We just have to be totally and completely
normal.
Mitchell: Yeah. Good luck with
that.
Mitchell: If you want, I could
grab the steaks and we could just make a dash for it.
George: No way! I'm not eating
raw meat like an animal just because a ghost is ovulating.
Mitchell:
When in Rome, stop killing the other Romans.
Mitchell: He's
a twat!
George: Well he's my twat!
Mitchell: You know, I'm sure that sounded much better in
your head.
Mitchell: I never know with you
whether it's Jewish guilt or werewolf guilt.
George: They're pretty much the
same thing.
George: Who keeps their rotten
tomatoes? Who looks in the salad cooler, sees tomatoes on the turn and
thinks, “Oh no, no. I'll hang onto those in case some pedos move in
opposite”.
Owen: See I should have known that even death wouldn't
be a match for one of your sulks. I mean that's what this is, isn't it?
It's the Isle of Wight all over again.
Annie: A sulk? You killed me.
George:
That was pathetic! We were like the world's gayest ninjas.
Herrick: How do you think this ends?
George: I don't know. We kiss?
Mitchell: Where you sleeping
tonight?
Tully: In the arms of Mother Nature, as always.
George: Is just saying
"outside" really that hard?
Nina: I've always wanted to do
it with a porter.
George: Are you serious?
Nina: Am I serious? Does a
chicken have teeth? I don't know if it's the polyester jacket or the
whole minimum wage thing. But to meet one that not only hates women but
attempts to humiliate them in front of his friend as well. Oh, man!
George: My name's George. And
I'm a werewolf.
Mitchell: Hello George.
Annie: Just to warn you, if you
go in for a hug Mitchell will try to kiss you.
George: My god, I leave you
alone for five minutes.
Annie: It's like being attacked
by an ironing board.
Mitchell: If I had intended to
kiss you I'd have put on some chapstick first.
George: No, hold on. We need to
set some ground rules here about guests.
Mitchell: Like what?
George: Like, don't kill them.
Mitchell: Ugh. That's such a
bourgeois concept.
Nina: I'm sorry I left—
George: I'm not mad. It's the
best thing you ever did.
Nina: I just needed some time.
George: Yeah. I gathered that
from the letter. Frankly I'm surprised you didn't dump me by text.
Nina: George, you turned me
into a werewolf. Taking the moral high ground about anything feels kind
of ridiculous.
George: So that's why you're
here. You weren't sure I felt guilty enough.
George: Well until NHS Direct
get back to me about my pregnant werewolf query, we have no other
option.
George: I like watching you
sleep. I look at you and I think, "She's mine. She's all mine."
Nina: Hm. That's sweet. Creepy
and slightly Ted Bundy-esque. But sweet.
Mitchell:
You've all become corrupted by me, but George most of all. He suspected
more than any of you. And so he had to choose between his love for me
and his ethics. And I let him choose me.
