LISTEN, LISTEN.

I SOLD A MAKITA CORDLESS DRILL IN THE LOCAL PAPER,

- EITHER WAY, ONE OF US IS GOING DOWN.
- ALAN, I'VE COME TO MAKE PEACE.

CARR. BILL CARR.

WELL, TAKE A LOOK IN THE MIRROR.

FIRE! FIRE! THE FAIR'S ON FIRE!

HE'S LOSING THE BATTLE FOR WALL SPACE, ISN'T HE?

THEY ALWAYS GET PEOPLE WHEN THEY'RE DOWN.

I'D LIKE TO SEE YOU SWEAT OVER YOUR WORK.

WOULD YOU LIKE A MINT?

A LOLLIPOP.

- DID YOU WATCH MY TV SHOW?
- OH, YES.

- NOTTINGHAM?
- NO.

THEN I WAS OUT OF WORK FOR TWO YEARS,
CLINICALLY FED UP, BOO-HOO...

SORRY. THANK YOU, LOVE. A BIT ODD!

I DON'T HAVE DONKEYS,
AND IF I DID I WOULDN'T FEED THEM CHIPS.

THE ALIEN JUDGE IS SHOOTING THE TAXMAN
AND THE TAXMAN'S HEAD IS COME OFF.

I'D USE A FOUR-FINGERED ONE
AND SAVE ONE FOR MYSELF AT THE END.