I KNEW IT WAS YOU. I KEYED IT IN
WHEN I DROVE HOME. NEARLY HIT A BADGER.

- TELL HER I'M NOT HERE.
- HE'S NOT HERE.

- I'M MONICA. THIS IS CATHERINE.
- HI.

YOU BLONDE BASTARD...FROM THE FUTURE.

NOT EVEN ITS MOTHER. SHE JUST FLIES OFF DEPRESSED.

- SMELL MY CHEESE!
- ALAN, PLEASE!

I'LL TELL YOU HOW I FOUND OUT ABOUT THIS JOB.
BILL ODDIE... HELLO.

ALAN'S DEEP BATH,

UM...

WELL...I'LL STOP, THEN.

OH, GOD.

- I'M NOT THE VIETNAM. I'M TAKING THIS OFF.
- NO. LEAVE IT.

HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT THAT?

- THAT'S WHY WE DO IT.
- REALLY?

SEE THAT MAN WITH THE BIG HEAD
AND THE SMALL FACE?

LYNN, WHEN YOU WERE TALKING
ABOUT GOING TO SKIBBEREEN AS A CHILD.

- I SPEAK NO OTHER LANGUAGE. DRINK?
- YEAH. BIG SHOT OF DIRECTOR'S BITTER.

IT LOOKS LIKE PORRIDGE!