Friday night, at the pub (Cheshire Cheese):



Guy 1: Ouch, I'm gonna be your bruise!
Guy 2: Fcuk off.

Thursday night, St. JOHN Restaurant, Smithfield:



Katie: Feels like I've been outside myself for so long.
Scott: We'll miss you, Katie.

Monday, at lunch in Gaucho Grill (Smithfield Market):



Man 1: We all get it in the end.
Man 2: Yes, we do.
Man 1: I rather like it in the end... Do you like the beef?

Saturday night in Blush, Stoke Newington admiring a picture:



Girl 1: Isn't she the one with the wet pussy?
Girl 2: That's right it's Mrs Slocombe from Are You Being Served

At the OXO Tower Restaurant, Saturday night:



Girl to Guy: I fancy the taste of something creamy...

On the 73 from Angel to Essex Road, Saturday afternoon:



m8 to m8 on bus: You might as well take it, we think that you should.

Saturday morning, at the cafe (sitting not too far from the toilet):



Guy to girl: What are you having? I'm having a number 2.
Girl to guy: Me too, I'm having a number 2.

At the Barbican Pit theatre bar, Saturday night:



Guy on phone: It's made me extremely wary of big bulls...