LIKE LITTLE WAX TEARS
DRIPPING FROM YOUR EARS BECAUSE THEY'RE SAD.

SEE THAT?

THIS IS A NEW TABLE. IT'S NOT QUITE FINISHED.

IT'S FAIRLY WELL CONCEALED IN CASUAL CLOTHING,
BUT YOU DON'T WANT TO SEE ME IN MY UNDERPANTS.

SHE'D LIKE HER ASHES TO BE SCATTERED
IN A MEADOW. THAT'S THE KIND OF THING WE WANT.

I DON'T THINK WE'LL HAVE HAIR,
I THINK WE'LL BE COMPLETELY HAIRLESS,

HAVE YOU HEARD ABOUT DAMON HILL...
OW! LYNN! BE CAREFUL WITH IT.

YOU MAKE PIGS SMOKE.

RIGHT, FINE.

IF THERE'S ANYTHING I CAN DO, JUST ASK.

I THOUGHT IT WOULD HAVE BROKEN DOWN
BY NOW,

WHERE'S EVERYBODY ELSE?

YES, THANK YOU. I WOULD.

# NOBODY DOES IT... # BIT OF NIPPLE.

(ROCK MUSIC)

SINGLE-HAND SUE TACKLING THE BUFFET.

A PAIN IN THE ARSE, ISN'T IT?

- DO YOU WANT A PICKLED ONION?
- NO. I HATE THEM.