Rachel: You should go on a holiday. A bit of sun, sand... you might meet someone. A bit of sex would sort you out.
Helen: Oh yeah? Jack sorting you out, is he?
(Rachel looks uneasy)
Rachel: (about Frank, to Louise) Dose him up on these. It stops the pain, but mainly it stops the whinging.
(after getting injured, Frank comes back into work)
Frank: Did ya miss me?
Rachel: (moans) What are you doing here?
Frank: Well you know, I got an early discharge - good behaviour. (Rachel gives him a look) Oh c'mon, you know me, I get bored with my own company in half an hour.
Rachel: What did you do with Louise? Lock her in the cupboard?
Frank: She had to go out.
Rachel: Oh God, you're a nightmare.