With most people, it's 'blood', or 'oxygen'. But killing someone by stealing their garlic press? It's the perfect crime!

Wire brush and Dettol. Just like when your kids get grazed on asphalt.

And when someone isn't talking to someone else because of what they said about our Sharon last Christmas, then the claws would be more eloquent than any amount of passive-aggressive glaring.

How would you explain them if you got pulled over by a cop?

As someone or other once said, "I have no problem with God, it's his fan club I can't stand."

Clearly, the good Sgt is possessed of arcane powers.

And the line between 'terrorist' and 'disgruntled ex-employee' is blurry as hell right now. Who the fuck knows the motivation for any of this shit?

"Assume the partay!"

You also daubed the place with your own fasces. That took ages to clean off!

Is that where you learn to be stoic in the face of adversity?

Grease! Live From the Lizard-Brain Rage Center!

"Arse", guv'nor, it's wot all the street urchins 'n' guttersnipes are sayin' dahn ahr manor!

Jesus, Billy! You tried that AGAIN???

They've seen everything?

Commenting on things you haven't seen is Rife nowadays.

…I'll get yer coat.

I enjoyed the guests playing fictionalised versions of themselves in Extras, especially McKellen's barking-mad theatre luvvy and Patrick Stewart's "It's too late, I've seen everything."

While they were awful films which I've tried to wipe from my memory, I think I would have remembered seeing that.

McSolo.

Outside a convenience store in New Jersey, no less.