BEN, SOPHIE, I WANT YOU IN RECEPTION.

I'M DOWN, BUT I'M NOT A HO.

WHERE'S YOUR HOUSE?

HERE WE ARE. MAKE YOURSELVES COMFORTABLE
AND I'LL GIVE YOU A SHOUT WHEN WE'RE READY.

- YOUR ROOM?
- MY ROOM. IN MY HOUSE.

(STEVE) IT'S A DEAD COW.
WHERE THE BLEEDING HELL DID THAT COME FROM?

- WHAT TIME WAS THAT?
- ABOUT QUARTER TO 11.

BY THE QUICK FEET
OF BLOUSE-WEARING TYCOON MICHAEL FLATLEY.

DON'T FALL ASLEEP AND SLIP UNDER...
TERRIBLE STATISTICS ABOUT THAT.

HE MEANS HIS COCK!

THAT IS 182 BOTTLES OF BODY LOTION.

(CREAKING)

- LOVED YOUR ARTICLE IN THE GUARDIAN, BY THE WAY.
- REALLY?

HELLO, LYNN.

ENYA...AND THE OTHER ONE.
RIPPED UP THE POPE. BALD CHAP.

YES. SOME ARE ON A SPIKE,
YOU'VE GOT SOME IN AN ENVELOPE

THEN ONE MORE BIG SWING, LEGS GO RIGHT UP...
WHAT WAS THAT? TOO LATE!

(JILL) WHAT DID YOU DO EIGHT YEARS AGO?