During the £250 prize draw at the pub quiz.
Bell: Oh my god, what if they win?
Rachael: (light-heartedly) Then we rob them on the way out.
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Clare: (staring at her Fanta bottle) Did I open this earlier?
Bell: You probably did.
Rachael: No, I opened it, I reached into your mind.
Bell: She mind-probed you. You shouldn't do that, Rachael, it's violating her integrity.
Rachael: Eh, I'm God, I can do whatever the fuck I want?
Bell: You probably did.
Rachael: No, I opened it, I reached into your mind.
Bell: She mind-probed you. You shouldn't do that, Rachael, it's violating her integrity.
Rachael: Eh, I'm God, I can do whatever the fuck I want?
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Rachael: Have you got a bit of Irish in ya?
Cakie: ... Why, would you like some..?
Cakie: ... Why, would you like some..?
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After the epic There's Nothing Like Australia advert.
Clare: That's not true, New Zealand's quite like Australia.
Clare: That's not true, New Zealand's quite like Australia.
Clare: I lie all the time..! I lied about my name, my name isn't really Clare. (...) No, actually, that's a lie.
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Bell: Do you know what I want, actually? You know those stilts you can jump with? That look like raptor's legs? I'd like one of those.
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Bell is eating a chocolate muffin. Rachael is eating satsumas.
Rachael: Would you like a bit of orange with your muffin?
Bell: (rubbing her stomach) No, I've already got one in my stomach.
Rachael: I thought you were going to say you were preggers there for a moment.
Bell: No, you can't have little oranges when you're pregnant. You'll get midget children.
Rachael: Would you like a bit of orange with your muffin?
Bell: (rubbing her stomach) No, I've already got one in my stomach.
Rachael: I thought you were going to say you were preggers there for a moment.
Bell: No, you can't have little oranges when you're pregnant. You'll get midget children.
Bell is quite ill.
Rachael: You all right?
Bell: (sniffles)
Rachael: Have we got a bit of a cold?
Bell: Yeah...
Rachael: Have you tried mixing lemon and honey in hot water?
Bell: I don't have any honey.
Rachael: Honey's cheap. You could buy some.
Bell: Mm.
Rachael: Or you could find a bee and follow it back to its lair and steal some.
Rachael: You all right?
Bell: (sniffles)
Rachael: Have we got a bit of a cold?
Bell: Yeah...
Rachael: Have you tried mixing lemon and honey in hot water?
Bell: I don't have any honey.
Rachael: Honey's cheap. You could buy some.
Bell: Mm.
Rachael: Or you could find a bee and follow it back to its lair and steal some.
Rachael is chopping onion.
Rachael: Oh, fuck my eyes!
Bell: (drowsily) ... Really..?
Rachael: Oh, fuck my eyes!
Bell: (drowsily) ... Really..?
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