YES.

ALL RIGHT. I'LL TALK TO YOU LATER. BYE-BYE.

- NO, I HAVEN'T GOT ANY VOCAL CHORDS.
- YOU SOUND LIKE THE GIRL IN "THE EXORCIST".

HE MEANS HIS COCK!

YOU MUST KNOW SOME OF THE RUBBISH YOU PRODUCE.
TONGUE, FOR EXAMPLE. WHO EATS TONGUE?

(STEVE) CUT! OK, STICK HIM IN THE AMBULANCE.

- MY FATHER WAS VERY DISTANT...
- DID HE LIVE IN A DIFFERENT WING?

IT'S NOT A CRANK CALL.
WHY HAVE YOU PUT IT ON THERE?

YOU'RE MY PA AND YOU'RE INVITING ME
TO A RELIGIOUS WET T-SHIRT COMPETITION.

- IT'S OK...
- NO, STAY! DON'T GO!

IT'S LIKE "THE X-FILES", BUT A PLEASANT ONE.

YES. I MEAN, YES, I WANT YOU
TO SHOW ME THE BUTTON THAT SAYS "NO".

WELL...I'LL STOP, THEN.

# WHY DO BIRDS SUDDENLY APPEAR... #

IF YOU WANT ME, I'LL BE ROUND THE BACK.

BUT I DIDN'T KILL HIM, THAT WAS THE TRAGEDY,
I HAD TO GO BACK AND FINISH HIM OFF WITH A JACK.

TO MEN LIKE THAT, YOUR BUILDING SOCIETY BOOKS
MAKE FASCINATING READING.

"PROGRESS IS TOO LEISURELY TO BE CALLED FAST.