NO, SERIOUSLY. IT WAS TEXTBOOK.

- GREAT. THREE...NO, FOUR LADY-BOYS.
- FOUR LADY-BOYS, RIGHTY-HO.

I ADMIT THAT WAS A MISTAKE.
I SHOULDN'T HAVE SAID "BAP".

SLEEP WELL, MICHAEL.

AND SACK HER FOR BEING AN ABSOLUTE IDIOT

WHERE'S LYNN? SHE'S NEVER LATE.

- PLEASE?
- NO, YOU CAN'T!

- NO. I'VE GOT TO GO TO THE TIMBER YARD.
- I'LL TAKE YOU.

- I'LL SHOOT YOU.
- I'VE GOT A BULLETPROOF BLAZER.

AND "WET CHRISTMAS".

AND I HAD THIS LITTLE MACAQUE MONKEY
AS A PET, RIGHT.

.."I'M ALAN PARTRIDGE".

WHEN HE TRIED TO CREATE THE WORLD IN SIX DAYS,
PEOPLE SAID, "IT CAN'T BE DONE!"

GRAVEYARDS ARE SO DEPRESSING.

A LIE IS A LIE.

LET IT GO, LYNN. YOU'RE NEVER GOING TO MEET HIM.

WE'RE IN THE SAME AREA. I WONDERED IF YOU'D
LIKE TO TAKE A TAXI BACK WITH ME, MAKE A SAVING.

YOU REALISE THERE'S NO WAY
I COULD HAVE DRAWN A PENIS ON MY BACK?