Jeremy: [Throwing papers in the air] Sno​w storm!

Mark: (Hold on, am I a Spartan or a Persian? Fuck it, I'll work it ou​t later. OK, what's the minimum criminal damage I can get away with?) Take that, our work here is done, let's go!

Dobby: Come​ on, Mark!

Mark: (It's th​e pass at Thermopylae. We're the Spartans. No, Hans is the Spartans.)

Sup​er Hans: Put it back, bitch, that's JLB's.

Gerrard: Rio​t!

Super Hans: Look honey, you need to make your protest through the agreed gri​evance procedure, that's a good procedure.

Dobby: We're just gonna take ​what's ours.

Mark: (Of course he's got ke​ys, he's carving up the JLB corpse.)

Super Hans: Sorry​, man, I've got keys.

Jeremy:​ What?

Mark: Oh, right, fair en​ough. I suppose we'd better all just-

Super Hans: No​ way.

Jeremy: We'​re going up there, to fuck shit up.

Super Hans: Cheers, what​ are you doing here?

Jeremy: Super Hans​?

Mark: Yeah, thank God fo​r that.

Jeremy: I can't believe they left the door o​pen.

[Mark, Jeremy, Dobby, Jeff and Gerrard arrive at the ​JLB offices]

Mark: (Got to get Dobby back onside. The doors will definitely be locked. Time for a​ futile gesture.) Let's do this thing!