Jailbird

[a message appears in Marc's MSN that says 'Pics of Paris Hilton leaving jail!' with an attatchment called 'parishilton.exe']

Marc: *click* *click*

Ronald

Daz [in despair about a project at work]: Looks like I'll be going to McDonalds after this.

Marc [pricks up his ears at the word 'McDonalds' and says excitedly]: Are we?

BK

Andy [annoyed]: Why don't you go to fucking Burger King to get us lunch?

Marc: Oi. Don't raise your language at me.

Laver

Andy [to Garry]: What's the name of that Welsh seaweed they eat?

Marc: Leeks?

Love it or hate it

Marc: Who would buy a packet of Marmite Yeast Extract crisps?

Daz: They're lovely.

Marc: That's discusting.

Andy: Don't you like Marmite?

Marc: Yeah, but not Marmite Yeast.

X-factor

Marc: I was playing X-box at the weekend and i was sweating but it was really strange cause there was loads of sweat coming out of this arm and none from this arm. It was really wierd.

White on rice

Marc [looking into a tupperware pot of jumbalaya]: What happens when you eat rice cold?