Black Mirror

Alex Cairns: Meanwhile, the demand has been made, and there's not long to formulate our response. Michael: Well, I'm not fucking a pig. Page one, that's not happening. Alex Cairns: Of course.

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Tom Blice: Don't run it, Martin. Martin: I'm sorry, I can't help you. Tom Blice: You know how much help you're getting from here on in? Multiply nothing by shit all. UKN is dead to us. Shove it up your ass, you fuck...

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Michael: I won't have to do anything. Jane: Everyone's laughing at us. Michael: You don't know that. Jane: I know people. We love humiliation. We can't not laugh. Michael: Nothing is going to happen. Jane: It's already happening in their heads. In their heads, that's what you're doing. What my husband is doing.

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[to Abi] You've got a phenomenal voice. It was the most beautiful song. You think I'm being cheesy? All right, I am being cheesy. But it was beautiful, so, you know reality's cheesy sometimes. Not often, admittedly, but now.

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Abi: You heard me singing in a toilet. Is that real? Bing: More than anything that's happened all year. Abi: I can't take that kind of clockage off someone. It's 12 mils, no way. Bing: Let me do this. I...I look around here, I just...I just want something real to happen. Just once.

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Judge Hope: Well? Come on. Got our attention, as requested. What do you want to say? Have you prepared a speech, is that it? Speak! Bing: I haven't got a speech. I didn't plan words. I didn't even try to. I just knew I had to get here, to stand here, and I knew I wanted you to listen. To really listen, not just pull a face like you're listening, like you do the rest of the time. A face like you're feeling instead of processing. You pull a face, and poke it towards the stage, and we lah-di-dah, we sing and dance and tumble around. And all you see up here, it's not people, you don't see people up here, it's all fodder. And the faker the fodder is, the more you love it, because fake fodder's the only thing that works any more. Fake fodder, it's all that we can stomach. Actually, not quite all. Real pain, real viciousness, that we can take. Yeah, stick a fat man up a pole, we laugh ourselves feral, because we've earned the right, we've done cell time and he's slacking, the scum, so ha-ha-h

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