- WHAT ARE YOU LAUGHING AT?
- I'M LAUGHING AT THE BURNING ISSUE JOKE.

- LOSE YOUR KEY?
- I COULDN'T OPEN MY DOOR AS I'D LOST MY KEY.

I ATE A SCOTCH EGG.

WHY DID YOU SAY I HAD PANIC ATTACKS?
YOU MADE IT SOUND LIKE I HAD A BREAKDOWN.

- MICHAEL?
- WAS THAT HIS NAME?

LOOK, ALAN, I DON'T WANT YOU FEEL THAT THE...
I'LL SEE YOU LATER, PETER.

- DO YOU DRINK DIRECTOR'S?
- I'VE GOT IT ON TAP.

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

L JUST THOUGHT I'D POUR
CHOCOLATE MOUSSE OVER YOU.

- DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?
- YEAH.

NO. HE LIKES TO LIE THERE, THOUGH,
WITH THE "SUNDAY EXPRESS"

THEY'RE ACTUALLY LEFT-HAND DRIVE. SO YOU'D
JUST BE GRABBING PHOTOGRAPHS OF YOUR FAMILY.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(HONKING)

SEXUAL ER...INTERCOURSE.

OH, YOU'RE THERE. THIS ISN'T BRIGHT ENOUGH.
WE'RE GOING TO HAVE TO "GO NUCLEAR".

I'M NOT DRIVING A MINI METRO, I'M NOT DRIVING
A MINI METRO, I'M NOT DRIVING A MINI METRO.

I HEARD YOUR PHONE-IN, AND I LIKED YOUR CHAT WITH
THE GUY FROM SWAFFHAM. HE WAS A WACKY FELLA!