Season 1, Episode 11
Weevils are being kidnapped and young men are being found mutilated. The team investigates to find the connection.
Jack: Rhys, is it? Nice to meet you. Sorry, it's kind of an emergency, I'll have her back by dessert.
Gwen: Rhys, this is Jack.
Rhys: Sit down, Gwen.
Gwen: He's my boss.
Rhys: Sit the fuck down.
Gwen: (calmly and firmly) Don't ever speak to me like that.
Jack: Come on, Gwen. Let's go.
Rhys: Hey she's with me tonight. One night off. You promised. Don't you dare. If you go now, Gwen...
(musical cell ring sounds)
Tosh: Is it his?
Jack: You don't think I'd choose that ringtone?
Gwen: What about this bloke? Someone's got to break it to his wife he's dead.
Jack: OK, Janet, time for a trip out.
Tosh: You call it Janet?
Jack: Barbara just never seemed right.
Mark: Same as us. Ordinary blokes just trying to find meaning in a world that doesn't have any.
Owen: You don't really believe that now, do ya?
Mark: We're the dispossessed, Owen. All the certainties our fathers had are gone. We're a generation of no faith in society, in religion, in life. All we can do is reduce ourselves to the basics. This is only the warm-up.
Mark: The ultimate extreme sport. Too much disposable income, not enough meaning, that's us.
Owen: For a few seconds in that cage, I felt totally at peace.