- Jeff: Its like a feedback loop. You're somewhere quiet. There's people. Its a solemn occasion - say, a wedding. No - it's a minutes silence for someone who's died. The minute is ticking away... tick tock tick tock... and suddenly this thought pops into your head - The worst thing you can do in a minute silence is laugh. And you almost do, as an automatic reaction. But then, you think how awful it would have been if you HAD laughed, and you almost laugh again, only its a bigger laugh. But, then you think how funny it would have been if you'd laughed that bigger laugh, but this time the laugh is an enormous laugh. Let this one out and you get whiplash! So you're standing there, in this quiet room, shoulders going like you're drilling the road, and what do you think of the situation? Dear Christ! You think its funny!
- Steve: [explaining why he needs Jeff to come with him to Jane's aunt's funeral] Look, Susan doesn't have to know you're her date. If the four of us stick together, everyone's going to assume that I'm there with Jane and you're there with Susan. You know, that way no one asks any questions and everyone gets out of the funeral alive.
- Jeff: [beat] Except Jane's aunt.
- Steve: Well, it's her funeral. She's an acceptable casualty.