I'LL TELL YOU ABOUT "THE SPY WHO LOVED ME".
ALL DO THAT. I'M ROGER MOORE.

SO GIVE HIM A PAINTING
OF A SPITFIRE AND LET HIM GO.

# I LOVED YOU TOO #

HE'S FED UP - NOT BECAUSE HE CAN'T
SEE HIS REFLECTION, BUT BECAUSE HE CAN!

IT'S BASICALLY SEX MUSIC.

MY MOBILE WAS SWITCHED OFF FOR A REASON.
I WAS AT AN OWL SANCTUARY.

THEY REMIND ME OF DEATH.

I DON'T BECAUSE I USE LYNX AFRICA.

YOU COULD GET A BUS THROUGH THERE,
YOU (BLEEP)! LET ME THROUGH!

STOP SAYING YOU THREW YOUR MONKEY IN THE SEA.

WITH THE MELTING OF THE ICE CAPS, EAST ANGLIA
WILL BE UNDER WATER IN THE NEXT THIRTY YEARS,

SORRY. I SHOULDN'T TOUCH MEMBERS OF STAFF

IF THIS JOB COMES OFF, AS REGARDS DECISION-MAKING,
WE'LL BE IN A "CAN-DO, GO" SITUATION.

ACTUALLY, CAN I TALK TO YOU?
IT'S A RATHER DELICATE MATTER.

IT'S JUST CRUEL, ISN'T IT?

- IT KILL YOU?
- IT'S CHOLESTEROL. SCOTTISH PEOPLE EAT IT.

THAT SOUNDS GREAT FUN.
WHERE DO YOU GET THOSE, A TOY SHOP?

AND HE'D SEE US, BUT I'D DUCK BEHIND THE TREES