Max: This is Izabela. She's our office manager here in London. Izabela, this is Maria from the Madrid office. Can you show her around, please?
Izabela: Of course, no problem. Nice to meet you, Maria.
Maria: Nice to meet you too, Bella.
Max: See you later.

Rob: So Jenny, we have a free morning. What do you want to do?
Jenny: Well, you're the expert on London life. What do you suggest?
Rob: Well, we can go cycling.
Jenny: I don't have a bike.
Rob: We can rent bikes. It's easy.
Jenny: That's cool.
Rob: Okay, great. So we can cycle through the parks, and you can see a bit of London.

Chandler: So, ah, Eric, what kind of photography do you do?
Eric: Oh, mostly fashion, so there may be models here from time to time, I hope that's cool.
Chandler: Yes, that is cool. Because I have models here you know... never.
Eric: Oh, yeah, during the summer, I spend most weekends at my sister's beach house, which you are welcome to use by the way.
Chandler: Well, listen I ah, still have one more person to meet, but unless it turns out to be your sister, I think your chances are pretty good.

Mr. Evans: So, Mrs. Beatty, you're looking for an exciting place for your next vacation.
Mrs. Beatty: I usually travel to major cities in Europe, but this time I want to go someplace different — someplace away from the city — as long as it's safe.
Mr. Evans: How about California? The Big Sur area is spectacular.
Mrs. Beatty: California has lots of earthquakes, doesn't it?
Mr. Evans: Well, they have earthquakes occasionally, but not very often.
Mrs. Beatty: But it does have earthquakes.
Mr. Evans: Yes.
Mrs. Beatty: I'm not going.

Narrator: Hadley Sullivan is about to miss her flight to London by four minutes.
Agent: The best thing we can do is get you on the next flight. There are two seats left, both in business.
Hadley: When does that leave?
Agent: Hour and a half. Arrives in London at 9:55 a.m.
Hadley: My dad's wedding is at noon.
Agent: Do you need to think about it?
Hadley: Okay, yeah. One business-class ticket to London, please.

Principal Weems: Wednesday is certainly a unique name. I'm guessing it was the day of the week you were born?
Wednesday: I was born on Friday the 13th.
Morticia: Her name comes from a line from my favourite nursery rhyme: "Wednesday's child is full of woe."

Sarah: Where is the pancake mix?
Joel: Sorry.
Sarah: I was going to make you birthday pancakes.
Joel: You know I don't really like pancakes.
Sarah: I know you don't like them. It was for my benefit. How old are you again?
Joel: Thirty-six.
Sarah: You are going to have to wear diapers soon.
Joel: Who says I don't already?
Joel: Is there enough for Uncle Tommy?
Sarah: There would've been.

So tell me Kate, why do we drink?

So let me get the really obvious answer out of the way. And then we'll get to the less obvious answer. The obvious answer is we do it because it's fun.

Scientists have recently learned that alcohol has a really large capacity to produce endorphins. Endorphins, of course, are the natural opiates that the body produces, so obviously we want to do it.

There's a fungus that infects insects. It gets inside an ant, for example, travels through its circulatory system to the ant's brain, and then floods it with hallucinogens, thus bending the ant's mind to its will.

The fungus starts to direct the ant's behavior, telling it where to go, what to do, like a puppeteer with a marionette.

And it gets worse. The fungus needs food to live, so it begins to devour its host from within, replacing the ant's flesh with its own.

But it doesn't let its victim die. No, it keeps its puppet alive by preventing decomposition.

Leonard: Hey, you coming to lunch?
Howard: Yeah, one second. Come here. I want to show you something.
Leonard: What you looking at?
Howard: Well, I was trying to come up with something really romantic to give Bernadette for Valentine's Day since she's been such a pain in the ass.
Leonard: You can't find a card that says that?
Howard: Check it out. I used the atomic force microscope in the material science lab and wrote our initials in a heart one one-thousandth the size of a grain of sand.
Leonard: Oh, that's cool.
Howard: A micro-valentine for a microbiologist.
Leonard: From her micro-husband.