- [at the end of the episode; everyone is dancing at the club, having a good time. Tyres heads to the exit - a smoky archway - looks around and smiles]
- Tyres: [voiceover - deep, different sounding voice] My work here is done.
- Tim: So, what did you do last night?
- Tyres: [gets up] Last night? Last night was an A1, tip-top, clubbing jam fair. It was a sandwich of fun on ecstasy bread, wrapped up in a big bag like disco fudge. It doesn't get much better than that. I just wish sometimes I could control these FUCKING MOOD SWINGS!
- [suddenly he's sitting down again]
- Tyres: So, what did youse two, uh, friends do last night?
- Tyres: I can't get me head around this platonic inter-gender relationship malarkey, it just doesn't seem right to me. Don't get me wrong like, I don't mind having a chin-wag with a honey, but I just like to do it after a waggle on her chin, you know what I mean?
- Tim: [laughs] Yeah.
- Daisy: [slightly offended] You like to waggle your willy on her chin?
- Tyres: Don't come your post-feminist, art school bollocks with me, Sunflower, if that's your real frigging name! All right? I work for a living, what do you do?
- Daisy: I write, actually.
- Tyres: Oh, do you? In other words, you're on the dole.
- [Tim and Daisy are listening to Marsha and her teenage daughter Amber having a row above them]
- Daisy: [voiceover] Oh, I feel for Amber.
- [cutaway - Daisy imagines a moody teenage girl writing "I HATE YOU" on a mirror in lipstick as grunge music plays]
- Tim: [voiceover] I feel for Amber.
- [Tim's voiceover does a dirty laugh as, cutaway - he imagines a nymphet in a slutty school uniform dancing to 'Because We Want To' by Billie Piper]
- Tim: [on the phone] What you doing playing army on a Sunday morning, you're missing Grange Hill.
- Mike: [on the other end of the phone] The TA is no game, Tim.
- Tim: It isn't the TA, Mike, it's the Rough Ramblers.
- Mike: You're a civilian, you don't understand. You're thinking, "It's Sunday I'd rather be in bed."
- Tim: And you're thinking, "It's Sunday, I'd rather be in Apocalypse Now."
- Tyres: [speaks very fast in a Northern Irish accent] Is it OK if I bring the bike in? It's just I've seen your landlady's curtains twitching, she's got the look of a bike thief about her.
- Tim: What, aging female divorcee? What's she going to do, sell it to buy Jacob's Creek?
- Tyres: Don't get sarky with me, mate! That bike's my living - not like you, pretending to be some struggling cartoonist, poncing off the state while decent taxpayers like me fund your drink problem. I wouldn't mind so much, but you seem to be having such a shit time!
- Tyres: [gets up and gets on his bike] OK, I'm going off for a shower and a shit and a shave, and I'll be back for youse about 11 o'clock, all right? Pack your party bags, people, because tonight is gonna be a large one, all right?
- [in a London accent]
- Tyres: Be lucky! Oi-oi!
- [laughing, he sweeps out the door on his bike, the door blows shut behind him]