Mark: (Got to get Dobby back onside. The doors will definitely be locked. Time for a futile gesture.) Let's do this thing!
Jeremy: Oh, bollocks, Mark! Words and speeches and ideas never change anything. Let's do something.
Mark: Are you kidding, I kicked off! I really want to hurt those bastards! I think the cartoon rocked them. Let me have a think about another savage pun.
Mark: You worked at JLB for less than three hours. I'll give you your bloody money! There's your money! Fourteen pounds fifty, you happy now?
Mark: (Oh, great, the chopper's leaving Saigon without me again. Just get to the buffet, the safety of the buffet. If I can stuff my mouth with enough salami, I won't be able to answer any difficult questions.)
Mark: Look, JLB is a big multinational and it's served us all a great big shit sandwich, but what we've got to do is we've just got to eat it down. So let's go forward, conserve our energy, let bygones be bygones, turn the music up, and have a great time! Over to you, Mr. DJ!
Mark: It's been a great afternoon and we've had a lot of laughs, and I'd just like to say about the JLB survivors' group, and the final salary payout battle, it's been a week now, and I think the time has come for us to stand up and say, we tried, we failed, and we're moving on.

