Annie Sawyer (Lenora Crichlow): Everyone dies... Uh, actually, can I start that again? Everyone deserves a death. I was going to die of old age. That was the plan. Mitchell was going to go down in a blaze of gunfire and glory.... Not cold and alone and shit scared. He didn't think death would smile at him first. Death was always a certainty. The punch line we could all see coming.

So. What have we got left to look forward to? Us refugees. The flotsam and jetsam of death. Maybe, if we still deserve such a thing as mercy, we find each other.

Annie Sawyer (Lenora Crichlow): He can see me!
John Mitchell (Aidan Turner): He can so see you.
Annie: Ah... it's happening all the time now! And not just with people like you but with normal people. I was outside putting out the recycling and a van drove past and the guy shouted, “slag!”.

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.

Annie: I just want to see him. I could sneak down. I could hide.
George: Are you crazy? He will see you and die of shock. {Annie perks up.} Annie.That is not an option.

Tully (Dean Lennox Kelly): How the hell do you get home? You've got no clothes, no transport. I guess you ring someone. God only knows where you keep change for the phone.

Lauren: You gonna let me in? You have to invite me across the threshold. That is such a mental rule. Who made that up?

Mitchell: What are you doing here? Herrick's already cut me off from the rest of the vampires. If he thinks sending you here—
Lauren: Why does this have to be about Herrick? What is it with you two? You're obsessed with each other. It's totally gay.

Annie: You in Casablanca. How did you swing that?
Mitchell: I know people. I move and shake.

George: Do you know the difference between you and him?
Mitchell: Hm. I don't know, I don't have to shave my palms?
George: I think that's actually racist!

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: I never know with you whether it's Jewish guilt or werewolf guilt.
George: They're pretty much the same thing.

Annie: I thought fun was a bourgeois concept.
Gilbert: No no, I'm talking about Gilbert fun.

George trying on another shirt: Well?
Mitchell: This, ah, non-date. You gonna break it to her you cross-dress?

Mitchell: You know what I can't get my head around?
George: Quantum mechanics?

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”.

George: More jam?
Annie: How many is that now?
George: That's eleven jars. I wonder what it is about us that says we need jam.
Annie: It's a gesture. They feel guilty.
George: Yeah. So is writing “pedo” on the front door.

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.

Herrick: Take a break. Go and sit with the guys from MENSA up there.

George: He didn't freak out? At all?
Annie: It makes sense really when you think about it. We were expecting him to react like a sane person, even though this is someone who killed his fiancé, concealed it, and then rented out the crime scene.

George: That was pathetic! We were like the world's gayest ninjas.

Annie: Guess I've missed my flight. So. What do I do now? Apart from stand here and talk to myself like a mental.

Chaplain: If you're non-believers that's fine. We can just sit together for a few moments of contemplation.
George: Contemplation about what?
Chaplain: Fiery oblivion that awaits all atheists.
George: Huh. No it's not that. I'm Jewish. And... he's complicated.
Chaplain: Jewish people pray. I've seen Yentl.
George: You're very sarcastic for a vicar.

Herrick: How do you think this ends?
George: I don't know. We kiss?