Spaced, I like Spaced

Tim: So what happened last night then?

Daisy: Well we went to see an interesting piece of contemporary theatre, drank an enormous amount of free wine, ate our body-weight in Twiglets and you punched an artist in the face.

Tim: Shit, I'm not supposed to eat Twiglets

Daisy: Why not?

Tim: They make me violent

Spaced is true genius

Daisy: Right, I'm going to the shops. D'you want anything?
Tim: Porn.
Daisy: Tim, I'm not going to buy you porn. You can get it from railway sidings like everybody else.
Tim: I can't, I'm an adult. I'm supposed to leave it there.

Spaced is true genius

Mike: Wanna go back into your party?
Tim: But they were playing 'The Time Warp'! I hate 'The Time Warp'!
Mike: Daisy likes it.
Tim: I don't care! I hate it! It's boil-in-the-bag perversion for sexually repressed accountants and first-year drama students with too many posters of Betty Blue, The Blues Brothers, Big Blue and Blue Velvet on their blue bloody walls!

Spaced is Da Bomb (that's right square I said Da but studiously spelt bomb correctly! How you like those apples)

[Mike is undertaking a Rorschach ink test; the first card is very obviously a couple having sex]

Mike: War.

TA Officer: [Holding the next card] This one?

Mike: Bomb.

TA Officer: [Next card] This one?

Mike: Guts.

[Next card]

Mike: Guns.

[Next card]

Mike: Guts and guns.

[Next card]

Mike: [Happily] Butterfly.

[The TA Officer frowns]

Mike: [Realizes] Butterfly with a bomb.