Marshall:
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Woman with pen: "OK, five down, malignant growth or tumour, 6 letters, C something, N something, something R?"
Woman with pen: "Turma..Tirmnul..Temer.. oh fuck it... look luv d'ya mind if I just put 'dead by tonight'?"
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Ciaran:
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"So just to recap, you like cous-cous, corned beef and liver, but you hate cardamom, rhubarb and lapsang souchong."
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Colin:
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Woman in bed: "Dear Amputees Anonymous..."
Woman in bed: "No, make that 6 grams of heroin!"
Woman writing thinks: "Hee hee, this old bitch will never realise I've forged her signature on this euthanasia form."
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Brian:
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"Look dear, I don't mean to be rude, but are you sure you're a nutritionist?"
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Mike:
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"You don't want to use that pen, love. I've just had it up my arse."
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Lisa:
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Lady writing: "Hello son. How are you today? How is summer camp? I just thought I'd take a minute to write to say I love you. Love you bunches, Mummy"
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Joel:
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"Can we have your liver?"
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