THE NESBITT SISTERS THERE.
TONIGHT, WE'RE TALKING ABOUT DEATH.

SO GIVE HIM A PAINTING
OF A SPITFIRE AND LET HIM GO.

THERE'S NO SUCH AMOUNT. PONY'S 150.

ABOVE ROOM TEMPERATURE, IT ALL CONGEALED
INTO ONE BIG DARK CHOCOLATE CRICKET BALL.

LYNN, I'LL CUP MYSELF.

SONJA, THIS IS IN THE LATE '80S.

- DID YOU LIKE IT?
- I LOVED IT.

- SO WE'RE FRIENDS?
- BEST FRIENDS.

WHEN YOU'RE AT YOUR BLEAKEST MOMENTS,

(ALAN) GO, GO, GO, GO. START THE CAR.

HELLO, LYNN. WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?
YOU SHOULD BE AT HOME RELAXING.

IT'S CERTAINLY CONGESTED. I'D LOVE TO GO.

YOU BE TONY HAYERS.

DON'T WORRY. TRAPPED HER FINGER
IN A DOOR ONCE, SHE SWORE LIKE A DOCKER.

DO YOU WANT TO GO TO PRISON? DO YOU?

LET'S CALL THE WHOLE THING...A NICE CHAP
AND DOESN'T MATTER WHAT RACE HE IS.

I'LL TELL YOU AN ANECDOTE!

IT'S A BIT DIFFICULT 'CAUSE...