- I THINK IT'S SNAZZY.
- I THINK YOUR HAIR'S SNAZZY.

I THINK EVERY PROFESSION HAS ITS SHITS.

- HOW'S THAT?
- YEAH, THAT'LL DO.

MINIBAR, RIGHT. NO, I'LL GET IT MYSELF.

MIND YOU, THAT WAS 20 YEARS AGO.

AND YOU THINK, "SUNDAY, BLOODY SUNDAY!"

HE'S SURROUNDED BY BOUNCERS.

- WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN UP TO?
- TRIED TO OUT-DANCE A COMPUTER. IMPOSSIBLE.

I WANT A SIX-MONTH CONTRACT AT THE BBC
TO MAKE TELEVISION PROGRAMMES.

YOU DON'T LIKE IT? THAT'S ALL RIGHT, THAT'S OK.
"INNER-CITY SUMO."

SHOULDN'T WORRY ABOUT IT.

- NO, THAT IS WHAT WE WANT.
- I'M YOUR MAN.

- (CROWING)
- (MAN) WHO!

YOU MIGHT FIND SOME SUPERFICIAL DAMAGE
TO THE BOX, BUT THE CHOCOLATE'S PERFECTLY EDIBLE.

IF YOU DO K, Y AND Z, BOB'S YOUR UNCLE.

I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU CALL
YOUR SORDID LITTLE GRIEF HOLE.

THERE IS A SERIOUS REASON WHY I'M WEARING THIS.

IT'S ROTOR BLADES COULD COOL YOU DOWN
LIKE A LITTLE HAND FAN.