ALL RIGHT. GOODNIGHT, ALAN.

YOU DO THAT WITH BATTLEFIELD CASUALTIES
SO THE DOCTORS KNOW THEY'VE HAD MORPHINE.

OH, LYNN!

OR THE THIGH POCKET OF A PAIR OF COMBAT TROUSERS.

- TONY!
- OH, PETER, HELLO. HOW ARE YOU?

DISGUSTING. ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTING.

- WHO?
- WHO?!

- THAT'S FRANKENSTEIN.
- YOU'VE MADE TWO GLARING ERRORS.

WHAT, LIKE THREE MEN BURNING IN A TANK,
GOING "URGH!"?

I'VE JUST BEEN INTO B&Q
FOR A BAG OF TUNGSTEN-TIPPED SCREWS.

(PHONE)

HELLO AGAIN. OH, WHAT'S THAT?

- GOOD MORNING, SOPHIE.
- GOOD MORNING. DID YOU SLEEP WELL?

HE HAS A NEW BABY BOY, JOSHUA,
AND HIS DAUGHTER HAS JUST STARTED SCHOOL.

- TRY PEDESTRIANISING THIS!
- CAN YOU HOLD THAT POSE, ALAN?

- WHO'S TOM DONALDSON?
- JUST A MATE.

LISTEN, JUST TO CLEAR SOMETHING UP, YOU KNOW
WHEN YOU MAKE THOSE SORT OF RISQUE COMMENTS,

LYNN! LYNN!