- YEAH, I WAS MAKING A PUN ON YOUR NAME.
- OH, RIGHT,

RIGHT. GO. JUST DRIVE AWAY. DRIVE AWAY NORMALLY.

SORRY. DRY SKIN. I'M FLAKING AGAIN.

- NO, THANKS.
- NO. NEITHER DO L. THANK YOU.

DO YOU WANT ME TO SHOW YOU
HOW TO PRESS THE BUTTON THAT SAYS "NO"?

YEAH. I OFTEN THINK I SHOULD
SWALLOW THIS WHOLE

BASICALLY, TERRESTRIAL TV IS A DEAD DUCK,
AND WHO WATCHES A DEAD DUCK?

BETTER BEING IN A FICTIONAL NIGHTCLUB
THAN IN A FICTIONAL BATH, ALAN.

SWEATY RAPHAEL WE USED TO CALL HIM.
GREAT BIG STAINS UNDER HIS ARMPITS.

- NAME A U2 ALBUM.
- "JOSHUA TREE".

WELL, WHATEVER. BECAUSE THAT IS ME.

WOULD YOU LIKE ME TO LAP-DANCE FOR YOU?

I'LL GIVE YOU A CHINESE BURN!

HELLO. IS THAT CURRY'S?

IT'S WITTY. NOT LIKE A LOT
OF GRAFFITI YOU SEE THESE DAYS.

WHEN YOU'RE AT YOUR BLEAKEST MOMENTS,

ALAN'S DEEP BATH,

- YOO-HOO!
- HELLO, LYNN. WOULD YOU LIKE A COFFEE?