YEAH.

NOT MY WORDS, CAROL,
THE WORDS OF "TOP GEAR" MAGAZINE.

I'VE NARROWED IT DOWN TO "LORD HOUSE"

I COULD HAVE BEEN R2-D2.

DON'T RUB YOUR FANNY ON ME.

YOU CAN HAVE DEATH BY CHOCOLATE
WHILE HE RIFLES YOUR BANK BOOK.

YES. NO, THE LAST CORPORATE JOB I DID

JOHN, RIGHT. I ALWAYS THINK OF YOU
AS BLEACHY HEAD BECAUSE OF YOUR HAIR.

WHERE'S THE ROAD?

I DO LIKE THAT TOILET. IT'S VERY FUTURISTIC, ISN'T IT?
VERY HIGH TECH, SPACE AGE.

- THERE IS NO CHICKEN INSIDE.
- YOU DIDN'T BUY A DISPLAY MODEL?

- BATHROOM.
- DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS ROOM SAYS TO ME?

- THANK YOU.
- YOU'RE WELCOME.

YOU HAVE TO JUDGE EACH CASE ON ITS MERITS.

YOU'RE NOT PUSHING THEM HARD ENOUGH.
PRETEND I'M A CUSTOMER.

(WOMAN) HELLO, CAN I HELP YOU?

- WHERE DO YOU WANT THESE SOCKETS?
- TWO THERE, TWO THERE, ONE IN THE MIDDLE.

START THE ENGINE.