Mitchell: [voiceover] Where do I belong? Where do I fit? Who are MY people? Where do my loyalties lie? We all choose our tribe. It's that need to belong, to live within boundaries, 'cause it's scary on the outside, on the fringes. Some labels are forced on us. They mark us, set us apart till we've like ghosts just drifting through other people's lives - but only if we let the labels hold.
Mitchell: [about Bernie] How has he never heard of Laurel and Hardy? They're, like, the funniest men who've ever lived.
Annie: Oh, that's someone who's never seen "Ace Ventura".
Mitchell: Yeah, and that's someone with no taste.
George: Who keeps their rotten tomatoes? Who looks in their salad cooler, sees their tomatoes are on the turn, and thinks 'Oh... Oh, no... No, I'll hang on to those in case some paedos move in opposite'?
George: Oh, no, no, it just occurred to me. I was on the jaws of a change when me and Nina...
George: ...you know. I... I had the wolf... IN me.
Mitchell: [to Annie] So did Nina.
George: Would you stop snickering! This is not a joke. I really really like Nina. And I thought that- well, I hoped that she liked me. But what if she's only interested in the wolf?
[they consider it]
George: Ah. Oh, oh, thank you for, "Oh no, George. How could that be possible?".
George: Nina, do I look like a peado?
Nina: If peados looked like peados they'd never do any peadoing!
George: I'm seeing Nina later. Not a date. It's really really really not a date.
Mitchell: "Not a date" in a pub? Or "not a date" in a restaurant or "not a date" in another... date-like situation?
Mitchell: Tragic, misunderstood monster chased away by the mob.
George: Can you blame them? That lot are right. I mean not about the hats. There are some seriously mad hats there. But the likes of us. No. No, we're not fit to live among decent people.
Mitchell: It's a good job we don't then.
Annie: And for all I know this could be perfectly normal. You find out your fiancé murdered you, you become a "throwing things about" ghost.
Annie: See. You know the terms. You understand how this works. Do you think I can channel it? Because I have been dying to pull that fridge out and clean behind it.
George: What else have you got up there, some German scat inside Chitty Chitty Bang Bang?
George: We are MONSTERS, Mitchell. We deserve to be cast out.
Nina: Saying "It's not you, it's me" is a stabbable offence in my book, and I can easily get my hands on scalpels, so you'll have to do a lot better than that.
Mitchell: [Mitchell sees two kids bullying a young boy] Oi lads, what are you doing?
Stevo: Piss off!
Mitchell: Run that by me again?
Stevo: You heard.
Ahmed: He reckons he can take us.
Mitchell: [Chuckles] You're about three.
Stevo: [to Bernie] This your boyfriend?
Mitchell: [Mitchell gets between the boys] Leave him alone.
Ahmed: Fuck off, goth boy.
Mitchell: Don't push your luck.
Stevo: Or you'll do what?
Stevo: [Two boys push Mitchell] Or what.
Mitchell: You don't wanna know.
Stevo: Yeah I do, why I asked.
[Stevo continues to push Mitchell]
Mitchell: No, no really,
[Mitchell turns towards Bernie, then looks at the two bullies and his eyes go black]
Mitchell: you don't.