HMM. OH, YES, INDEED.

JUST PUT "NICE PLUMS".

OR, AS THE AMERICANS SAY, "FI-I-IVE."

SWEET FEET. OOH!

UTTER, UTTER NUTTERS.

YOUR HAND IS ABOUT 3O MIL FROM MY GLAND.

THAT'S IT. AND TO LYNN.

HE SAY I SIT ON YOUR FACE.

ALAN, I'VE TOLD YOU A THOUSAND TIMES,
NO ONE WANTS TO KILL YOU.

I WON'T BE ON IN THE MORNING, BECAUSE I'M DOING
LATES NOW, SO I DON'T COME ON TILL TWO O'CLOCK.

AND COULD YOU TOP IT UP WITH SOME GORDON'S GIN?

NO.

I'LL BE A RATHER SORRY INDIVIDUAL.

THAT'S A TERRIBLE THING TO SAY, ALAN.

- (KNOCKING)
- GOOD, LYNN. COME IN.

PEOPLE WHO FELT VERY ALONE,
BUT THROUGH ME THEY'VE FOUND A FRIEND...

- CAN I HAVE A SECOND SERIES?
- WHO AM I?

ALAN. ALAN. THERE.