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Daisy: Do you mind if I sit here? Tim: Uh, no, no. Daisy: OK. Thanks. Tim: What are you looking for? Daisy: What have you got? Tim: Hmm? Daisy: What have you got? Tim: No, I mean what are you looking for? Daisy: Sorry. I thought you were a drug dealer. Tim: Oh, thanks. Daisy: That’s all right. No, I’m flat-hunting. Spaced January - First Meetings 12 months of 12 scenes in 2012

Daisy: Do you mind if I sit here?

Tim: Uh, no, no.

Daisy: OK. Thanks.

Tim: What are you looking for?

Daisy: What have you got?

Tim: Hmm?

Daisy: What have you got?

Tim: No, I mean what are you looking for?

Daisy: Sorry. I thought you were a drug dealer.

Tim: Oh, thanks.

Daisy: That’s all right. No, I’m flat-hunting.

Spaced

January - First Meetings 12 months of 12 scenes in 2012



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angrybeige: russianliterature: Tim: Brian, did you notice that everything that transpired in those three films - and I *mean* everything - can be attributed to the actions of one very *minor* character?Brian: Who?Tim: The gunner on the Star Destroyer at the beginning of the first film.Brian: How come?Tim: Well. Hmmhmmhmm. Because, if the gunner *had* shot the pod that C-3P0 and R2 were in, they wouldn’t have got to Tatooine, they wouldn’t have met Luke, Luke wouldn’t have met Ben, they wouldn’t have met Han and Chewie, they wouldn’t have rescued Princess Leia. *None* of it would have happened.Brian: Chaos Theory!Tim: Eh?Brian: The predictability of random events. The notion that reality as we know it, past, present and  future is actually a mathematically predictable preordained system.Daisy: So somewhere out their in the vastness of the unknown is an equation… for predicting the future!Brian: An equation so complex as to utterly defy any possibility of comprehension by even the most brilliant human mind, but an equation nonetheless.Tim: Oh my God!Brian: What? Tim: I’ve got some fucking Jaffa Cakes in my coat pocket! WHY DOES THIS SCENE KILL ME SO DEAD EVERY TIME FUCKING JAFFA CAKES

angrybeige:

russianliterature:

Tim: Brian, did you notice that everything that transpired in those three films - and I *mean* everything - can be attributed to the actions of one very *minor* character?

Brian: Who?

Tim: The gunner on the Star Destroyer at the beginning of the first film.

Brian: How come?

Tim: Well. Hmmhmmhmm. Because, if the gunner *had* shot the pod that C-3P0 and R2 were in, they wouldn’t have got to Tatooine, they wouldn’t have met Luke, Luke wouldn’t have met Ben, they wouldn’t have met Han and Chewie, they wouldn’t have rescued Princess Leia. *None* of it would have happened.

Brian: Chaos Theory!

Tim: Eh?

Brian: The predictability of random events. The notion that reality as we know it, past, present and  future is actually a mathematically predictable preordained system.

Daisy: So somewhere out their in the vastness of the unknown is an equation… for predicting the future!

Brian: An equation so complex as to utterly defy any possibility of comprehension by even the most brilliant human mind, but an equation nonetheless.

Tim: Oh my God!

Brian: What?

Tim: I’ve got some fucking Jaffa Cakes in my coat pocket!

WHY DOES THIS SCENE KILL ME SO DEAD EVERY TIME

FUCKING

JAFFA CAKES

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isuggestyoutryvichy: holloways: Top 10 Favorite T.V Comedies “Do you think I should lose the waistcoat?” “I think you should burn it. Because if you lose it, you might find it again.”  I watched the entire first two seasons with the commentary a week ago. THEY ARE GODS.

isuggestyoutryvichy:

holloways:

Top 10 Favorite T.V Comedies

“Do you think I should lose the waistcoat?”

“I think you should burn it. Because if you lose it, you might find it again.” 

I watched the entire first two seasons with the commentary a week ago. THEY ARE GODS.

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