- DO YOU DRINK DIRECTOR'S?
- I'VE GOT IT ON TAP.

UNLESS I'VE GROSSLY MISREAD THE SITUATION.

HELLO.

WHAT AM I SAYING? I MEAN, A HAT HARD ON.

- IS IT?
- YEAH.

(CHEERS)

- DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?
- YEAH.

YES.

CLAWS.

RUINED A ROMANTIC NIGHT OUT
FOR MANY DINERS BY MASSACRING THEM.

- EXCUSE ME, ARE YOU ALAN PARTRIDGE?
- YES.

GET ONE THERE, HE'S GOING DOWN.

THAT'S WHY I'M TALKING.

YOU CAN HAVE DEATH BY CHOCOLATE
WHILE HE RIFLES YOUR BANK BOOK.

HE COMES OUT, "NOT MY TRIUMPH STAG!
I'VE JUST HAD IT RESPRAYED!"

SINCE OWNING A LEXUS,
IT'S AMAZING THE NUMBER OF LEXI YOU SEE AROUND.

ALTHOUGH MY COUSIN DID ONCE BUY A PIRATED
TWEENIE FROM A COVERED MARKET IN BRUNDALL

- OH, YOU THINK IT'S FUNNY.
- I'M SORRY.