ChromiumBlue.com: (2000)
Love in the Light:
Sir G: Owen, as usual, always in the nick of time.
Owen: Well, I aim to please.
Vivian: Sir George, would you be an angel and ask your
companion where he got his lovely outfit?
Owen: Oh, you like?
Sir G: Oh, don't encourage him, my dear. I've been pleading
with him to update his wardrobe for decades.
Owen: What my distinguished friend doesn't understand, which I'm
sure you do, my little cabbage, is the cyclical nature of fashion.
Vivian: I hear you, Casper.
Sir G: It's not often Owen allows anyone to see him.
Owen: You wouldn't happen to be a yankees fan, would you? I
was there you know, the world series of '32 with a very, very special
friend of mine.
Sir G: Owen.
Owen: Such a bore, more to come later.
[to Vivian] Oh parting is such sweet bliss.
Love on the Run:
Sir G: It is now 0800. Our objective? To find Miss Vadim
behind these prison walls before noon. And liberate her.
[Owen's cane hits the table]
Owen you naughty boy, we're counting on your professionalism here.
Owen: Oh, righto, for queens and country. Sir!
Vivian: Oh no, Owen.. Owen! You naughty, naughty ghost! Oh no... Randy little ghost you!
Love is a Gift:
[Sir G, Owen, Dorathea and others singing]All: Who who who's your lady friend...
Sir G: Is that your sister?
All: Who who who's your lady friend...
Owen: It's not your mother.
All: Who who who's your lady friend...
Sir G: You're a darling.
All: Who who who's your lady friend...
Owen: I love your shoes...
Love is:
Owen: Ding Dong! Ah... I see the wicked witch has met her
match.
Vivian: Hey Owen, how you been?
Owen: Oh pins and needles, dear.
[changes to southern accent] About as jittery
as a long tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs.
[back to own accent] Quite the carnival young Henry has
concocted here.
Vivian: Between you and me Owen, I think he's flipped his
wig.
Owen: [gasp] Sir G! I think she's a keeper.
Cover Me Girls:
n/a - Owen doesn't appear in the episode.
Eternal part 1:
Owen and Vivian do a voice over for this two-part episode and it is longer than I have here and continues throughout at various points.
Owen: [voice] Blood. Same as bread. Sustenance. Life. Under the
surface of what we think we know, lies another world. The world of
spooks and goblins. Everybody knows what a vampire is, but he is what
is known as an eternal. At the core of every vampire there is evil,
pure evil. It's that simple. Yet deep in the soul of an eternal,
there is goodness and mercy. Yet he needs blood. But he never kills,
he only ever takes just enough to sustain himself. Never so much that
he might leave his victims like him. And so it is with sweet Joe,
he's just such an eternal, with the hardest cross of all to bear.
Immortality....
[the story continues about Joe and the Dutchman...]
Eternal part 2:
The same voiceover begins this episode, but they actually show Owen and Vivian speaking it to the camera instead of montages as in part one.
Gypsy Love:
Owen: My my, a kidnapping indeed, how tediously urban. Tell me, does one still contact the authorities in situations such as these?Sir G: Owen, we are not exactly in the best of graces with the authorities, thanks to our dear Maria and her little bar room shenanigans.
Owen: Ohhh, indeed. Oh, I just thought. Of course this completely puts the kibosh on capri this evening.
Owen: Are we quite sure these gypsies aren't working for us?
Sir G: Impossible, darling.
Owen: Crikey, well they bloody well should be.
Popo: Oooh, nice dimples on the smaller boy!
Owen: Hmmm, bit of Kirk Douglas. Except for Spartacus.
Sir G: And the meatier one?
Owen: Dead on Tyrone Power.
Sir G: Be still my fluttering heart...
Sasha: This is real good tv.
[Owen and Sir G look at each other, interupted as they discuss the
actors, and then both as one bend to watch on the monitor]
Vivian: [voiceover] ...Owen, intrigued as he was with the hot-blooded gypsy women, partied non-stop with them for an entire week.
Owen: Seems our little angel isn't welcome anywhere...
even in the pokey.
Sir G:I'm sure she's busy making all sorts of colourful
friends, as always.
Maria: [led out] No I confess, I did it you can't kick
me out. I set that chump on fire and I'll do it again! Let me in..!
Sir G: Oh Maria, darling, darling! We'll go gun shopping,
Sir G will buy you a bangbang.
Maria: Really?
Sir G: What size do you want?
Maria: A big one.
Naked Golf:
Owen: [appearing while everyone dances and joins is] Oh, I just love discos.
I like to Watch:
n/a - Owen doesn't appear in the episode.
Barcelona Bologne:
Sir G: ... and yet, who in their lives hasn't been seduced by
a grand tale of love?
Owen: Oh, the silver screen, double matinees,
sunday features...
Sir G: Randy teenagers necking in the back row, illicit romance
in the balcony's shadow...
Owen: Bogart and Bacall, to have and have not...
Sir G:Bittersweet tortures.
Owen: oh...
Sir G: Obscure objects of desires.
Owen: Fiery burlesques of passion.
Sir G: Agony and ecstasy and then... the curtain drops.
Owen: One, steps out into a rainy night. A fire awakened the
fresh possibilities of what lies just around the corner...
Sir G: [silly voice] She's ready for her close up,
Cecil.
Owen: 'Barcelona Bologne'. [disgusted] Never heard
of it.
Viking on a Camel:
Vivian: [About the sea] Such a vast scintilating desert
to travel across.
Owen: No matter how wet it appears. If I had to die out here,
I think I'd choose this time of day...
Woman: Is this water? On me?
Vivian: Hark, a wayward traveller!
Owen: She thinks she seeks the desert, the dry one.
Maria: Now we've got a problem, this guy's one true bad ass.
I know him, violent and deadly. A mercenary ninja completely
indescriminant. No one's seen him for years. He went stealth.
Totally disappeared. Word is some f***ed up romance gone bad.
Sir G: Hmm, well, if he ever needs a shoulder to cry on...
Owen: Or a lap to sit on...
Sir G and Owen: [together] We'd be happy to oblige!
Maria: Load her up, we're going in.
Owen: Road trip!
Owen: [on watching a couple through binoculars] Oh, Bloody hell. [he turns his head sideways]
Owen: Tomorrow, and tomorrow and tomorrow
Creeps the petty bitch from day to day
'Til all her powers are lighted fools
The way to dusty death
Sir Arab's on stage and is heard no more.
She's a tale told by an idiot
Full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
Sir G: Owen, darling. Do you think the scottish play is
appropriate for the pickle we're in?
Vivian: No, it's absolutely perfect. Owen is simply visualising
the existential crisis du jour, the ontological insecurity of cloaking
yourself up in a borrowed personna in order to prevent youself from
getting hurt.
Girls Night Out:
Maria: [talking to rock star she loves about following him
around the country then turns to Vivian crying when her illusions are
being shattered] ... but when he's singing it's like he's singing
to me!
Owen:[appears] Oh I know just what you mean, deary,
quite gives one the willies doesn't it.
Vivian: Owen, what are you doing here?
Owen: Oh sorry! Listen, whole crowd's pushed up to some shindig
thrown by that disco chappy. But I have to say... [getting
excited] I have been a 'Treetrunk Savage' afficionado since the
very VERY beginning!
Maria: the 'Joseter-moster' (?)
Owen: Hello! '95, the Bramuell Stadium, sorry! Oh. my. god! It
was a total mind melt! If you know what I mean! A freaky ass groove
Savage Soul!
[Owen and Maria high-five then jump up and down squeeling in each
other's arms]
Sir G: [marrying a couple by satellite on a monitor]
... to witness the Holy Matrimony of two truly beautiful
and self respecting citizens of terra f--
Owen: [comes in from off camera and puts arm around Sir
George]
So proud of you, G...
[goes to kiss Sir George on the cheek]
Sir G: After the sevice...
[Owen rolls his eyes and goes away]
