ALL RIGHT. WHY DON'T YOU
GIVE A TALK ON WEDNESDAY EVENING?

I ARREST YOU ON SUSPICION
OF SUCKING UP TO A MUSTARD MAGNATE.

PERFECTLY UNDERSTANDABLE.
I HEAR YOUR BOOK'S BEING PULPED.

I WAS ONE OF THE FIRST IN MY CLASS, ACTUALLY.

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

HERE'S "THE SPY WHO LOVED ME"
AND ALL YOUR OTHER STUFF.

I THINK THAT IS POSSIBLY
THE WORST IDEA I HAVE EVER HAD.

ALAN, I JUST CAN'T MOVE ON THE FEE.
YOU KNOW WE LOVE YOUR WORK.

WHY NOT HAVE ME CHASED DOWN THE STREET
BY A HELICOPTER IN WET UNDERPANTS?

- IS THIS MAKING YOU FEEL BETTER?
- NOT REALLY, NO.

- YOU'RE WRONG.
- OH, MAN. WHAT ABOUT, YOU KNOW...

(SUSAN) DON'T WORRY ABOUT YOUR CAR.
I'LL GET MICHAEL TO SORT IT OUT FOR YOU.

OR DO YOU GENUINELY LIKE ME, SEX-WISE?

THE WAY SHE LOOKED AT THAT NURSE.
GOD REST HER RACIST SOUL.

..AND THEN TO YOUR RECOVERY, IN A VERY UPBEAT WAY.

(GARGLING NOISE)

YEAH. WE ALL SWEAT. I USED TO SWEAT LIKE A ZOO.

PITY, BECAUSE THEY WERE VERY KEEN ON THAT ONE.