YES, OF COURSE, ALAN.

WHAT DO YOU CALL THOSE PASTA IN BOWS?

- AYE. THAT'S GLOBAL WARMING.
- NO. THAT'S SOMETHING DIFFERENT.

I'VE GOT A CHOCOLATE MARBLE ARCH.

LISTENERS, I HAVE SOMEONE ON THE LINE
WHO FEARS HE MAY BE A GAY.

- WHO'S WE?
- ME AND MY FRIEND FROM CHURCH.

HE TURNS ROUND AND DOES A BACKWARD SOMERSAULT
AND LANDS ON HIS FEET.

IN THAT CASE, I'M AFRAID
YOU'VE INVALIDATED THE WARRANTY.

I'VE NOT THOUGHT IT THROUGH, LYNN.
I'LL CALL YOU BACK.

DON'T DRESS AS A WHORE OR HE'LL THUMP YOU.

YEAH, HE WAS.
I ACTUALLY THINK HE WAS A BIT SIMPLE.

- CAN'T YOU CUT A LESS IMPORTANT FILM?
- WHOA! WHOA!

OPENING SEQUENCE - ME IN TRAFALGAR SQUARE
FEEDING THE PIGEONS, GOING, "OH, GOD!"

- JANE.
- THANK YOU FOR COMING.

- DO YOU WANT ONE?
- YEAH.

I MAY WANT TO MIX THEM, BUT THAT'S MY DECISION.

- DO YOU NEED ME THERE?
- I DON'T NEED YOU. I'D LIKE YOU THERE.

- WE DON'T WANT A CLOWN, ALAN.
- GOD, NO.