Summer Talking Meme #1

[lost_spook]

I've had a few answers for this meme done or semi-done for a while, so it's about time I posted one, and here goes - From femme_slash_fan: Favourite TV shows almost nobody knows about and should watch? (Seriously... I need more stuff)

Shows that nobody else knows about seems to sum up my entire fannish life of late (and always, really), but since femme_slash_fan specified "and

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[lost_spook]

♥ Oh, as long as you don't have a Moffat or old telly allergy, you should definitely give it a go. Lynda is such a wonderful character & it's an unexpectedly brilliant teen drama. It isn't technically genre, no, but it is very surreal at the edges, so much so that an alien invasion would be taken in its stride. And probably with just an eye roll and a "What's Colin trying to sell this week? The planet?"

I mean:

Kenny: "I'm visiting my aunt in Sherrington."
Lynda: "Of course - your dear old aunt in Sherrington. What is it this time? Ill? Dead? Tell me, how do you justify being off work at her funeral on no less than eight separate occasions?"
Kenny: "She is my aunt."

Sarah: "Can you explain to me how I have just argued myself into doing exactly what you wanted me to do in the first place? You are a devious, unfeeling, calculating, manipulative bitch."
Lynda: "Well you were asking what made me a better choice for editor."

Kenny: "Thanks."
Lynda: "For what?"
Kenny: "I don't know. Everything."
Lynda: "I'm not responsible for everything. I just make it look that way."

Kenny: “I just don’t understand why it’s so difficult to discuss a problem with my best friend.”
Lynda: “And I don’t see why it has to be that particular problem. You’ve got hundreds.”

Lynda: "You and me Spike, we're held together by a force even stronger than true love."
Spike: "Which is?"
Lynda: "We both want the last word."

Colin: I'm no use. You know what I am? I'm a pink rabbit at a funeral. I'm a radioactive lizard in a filing cabinet. I'm the guy who tried to market the inflatable telephone for the poolside executive. My own mother doesn't believe a word I say without three independent witnesses and a death threat.

Kenny: People say I'm too reasonable to have opinions, but I don't know about that.

Frazz: Tell me something, Lynda. Given that we were already twenty-one goals behind, given that we were two players down because you personally sent them off for being consistently late on deadlines. Given those things, don't you think it was an unusual tactic to suddenly score against your own side and concuss your team captain?
Lynda: Well, it had the benefit of surprise.

Julie: You're late!
Lynda: You're fired! I win.

Bill Sullivan: Is this a discussion or a chance to agree with you, Lynda? Or do you not recognise the distinction?

Matt Kerr: You're editor. The only ideas you don't get the credit for are the good ones.

Mr Sullivan [on the conundrum of Lynda's woodcarving]: Well, it's obvious isn't it? A freak worm hole has opened up in the fabric of the space-time continuum. This seemingly insignificant woodcarving has been sucked back in time ten years to the bedroom of the infant Lynda Day. But what awesome celestial forces are behind this strange phenomenon? And what, Lynda, is their evil purpose? We shall have to act quickly to save the entire Universe!

Matt Kerr: [to Lynda] You are a lady of unexpected depths Lynda, to which you regularly sink.

(Sorry, I love it. You can probably tell.)