- DO YOU THINK I WORK IN A PETROL STATION?
- WELL, I JUST PAID YOU FOR PETROL.

YOU WANT TO MAKE LOVE? THE BED'S READY.

WELL DONE, LYNN. NOW, BEFORE WE GET UP,
I'M JUST GOING TO WARN YOU,

PHEW, THIS LOOKS DISGUSTING.

THERE'S ONLY THE ONE CHAIR.

LYNN'S A GOOD WORKER,
BUT I SUPPOSE SHE'S A BIT LIKE BURT REYNOLDS.

PURR-OPPING UP THE BAR IN HIS FICTIONAL "NIGHTCLUB".

RUDDY BLOODY GOOD, ACTUALLY.

YEAH. ALL RIGHT. WHAT CAN I DO FOR YOU?

WHAT? REALLY?

- IS THERE A WHOOPEE CUSHION IN HERE?
- YES.

"HELLO, YOU BASTARD!"

THEY START SHOOTING AT HIM
AND HE GOES, "JUST STOP IT!"

LET'S GET A COUPLE OF SOLEROS.
I NEED TO GET MY HEAD TOGETHER.

OR A PLANE IN A GIANT BRA
HAVING A SLASH ON AN AIRPORT.

CAN YOU SMELL GAS?

OH, YOUR AGE. WELL, HAMILTON'S HAVE...

- FINE.
- INCLUDING JILL.