LYNN, I'VE PIERCED MY FOOT ON A SPIKE!

(STEVE) CAN YOU CALL CLIFF THORBURN NOW, PLEASE?

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

# WE ROLL AND FALL IN GREEN

- ISN'T THAT "THUNDERBALL"?
- NO! STOP GETTING BOND WRONG!

I'M JUST A FAN, ALAN, THAT'S ALL.
YOUR BIGGEST FAN.

HAVE YOU EVER SHAVED YOUR CRACKLING?

- WHAT WAS THAT YOU WERE DOING?
- I WAS JUST WALKING THROUGH MY HOUSE.

SORRY. I WON'T DO THE SHOTGUN THING ON THE RADIO.
THAT'S JUST FOR THE BAPTISTS.

BUT WITH EXCELLENT FACILITIES...AS HAD THE NAZIS.

I'VE NEARLY MOVED EVERYTHING INTO THE HOUSE.

THESE CORRIDORS.

ALAN, MORE GOOD NEWS...

YOU MUST HAVE GOT UP TO A FEW PRANKS.

AS I'M SURE YOU ARE, SIR.

(DISCO MUSIC PLAYS)

STOP LAUGHING, LYNN. YOU'RE LAUGHING AT WEATHER!

IT SAYS "COCK, PISS, PARTRIDGE".