flattery will get you nowhere

ANDY: Cassy, Cassy, Cassy...

CASSY: What?

ANDY: You're a bane...

CASSY: [indignant] How dare you? What did I--?!

ANDY: [interrupting] Don't take it personally...

typecast

CASSY: [staring uncomprehendingly at the screen] What exactly have you done here, Andy?

NAT: ...Andy, the big fat Pandy...

LOZ: ...the size of a house...

ANDY: [seriously] D'you know who I feel like?

ALL: [indulgently] Who do you feel like, Andy?

ANDY: That guy, Jason, in the RACV ad...

whiz kid

"...I could piss in the wind and it would move faster..."
ANDY in the midst of another anti-public transport rant

pregnant pause

ANDY: Or... Here’s something profound… [pauses until one by one everyone who’d been trying to ignore him looks up from their desk for the punchline] [grins] The longer you leave it the more profound it is, right?

downward spiral

After swearing at stubborn lolly wrappers and singing in gibberish, an under-pressure ANDY’s last resort is a rambling story about gypsies, which he abandons halfway through while struggling for a word.

ANDY: What’s that word? Cassy knows, she’s not gonna tell me though.

CASSY: I don’t want to distract you from making pages, Andy.

[Sullen silence from ANDY]

CASSY: I don’t know anyway, I have no idea what you’re talking about. ‘Gypsies…’ That’s all I heard.

ANDY: [mumbles] That’s all you wanted to hear…

overtime

KATE: [leaving for the night] Do you want the air con off?

ANDY: Nah man, I need to breathe. [adds quietly] Don’t take that away from me…