They're eating my focus group.

Being Human:
(tutting) What do you think you're doing?
- What does it look like?
- Well it looks like you're pointing a firearm at us.

Being Human:
- Those guys are dedicated, they're disciplined...
- ...They're eating my focus group

Being Human:
- Yeah. What about you? Giving it all Peter Mendelssohn.
- OK, Fergus, either you mean Peter Mandelson, or you're comparing me to a German composer.

[Re: Time travel video... errr...]
SD: To ja widzialem w internecie jak facet sam siebie pocalowal w dupe.

MDB: Don't make me out to sound like some kinda dummy snatcher!

MDB: Jesus...What a low level crime...

MDB: No, you don't have a rape personality.

MDB: That's...wow...passionate...

MDB: Rape. Not funny. Next!

MDB: I painted a house with you and whats-her-name, does that mean we had a threesome?

MDB: We're audio pen pals.

MDB: So once I obtain the golden fleece we'll be friends?

MDB: I was wearing like regular, civilian clothing.

GLSB: My mother loves me and that's all I need.

AZ: Ale to na pewno nie ja, bo ja sie myje!

DHC: Ale nie jest dobrze byc drwalem na wyspie. Bo kiedys te drzewa sie skoncza. To nie jest przyszlosciowy zawod...

DHC: Aha! Matt of Matt & Rixon?

(Re: Duszowy kolega AZ)
DHC: O.O Cos jest z nim nie tak!

(Re: leaving door open)
DHC: KURWA! W stajni mieszkasz?!

MD: Bedziesz sie kapal?
SD: Nie, ja mam recznik!
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(Re: HMS Belfast)
SD: Technologia super-duper, lecimy na ksiezyc... A tu, kurna kladka sie zawalila - 20 ludzi zginelo ¬_¬

SD: Na przyklad grupy akordeonistow z Bialorusi. Zespol 200 mandolinistow z Moldawii.

SD: Jak bylem przed National Gallery dzisiaj byly trzy osoby ktore wyroznialy sie z tlumu. Pierwsza to byla Krolowa Matka (z tego co pamietam umarla w 2002 roku), Charlie Chaplin i Szkot ktory gral na dudach.

SD: To dudy chyba. Czy tam kobza...

SD: Jak to nie ma 'q'? Trzy razy 'q' w jednym slowie: KUKURYKU!

AZ: Is she? She doesn't look anorexic though.
(A sequel to "he doesn't look like he can afford a suit" xD)