THE OTHER ONE BURNT DOWN.

SURE. WHAT WOULD YOU LIKE, MR PARTRIDGE?

I THINK I'D HAVE TO SAY THE BEST OF THE BEATLES.

I'VE REALLY GOT TO SAY THIS, DAVE. CHOCOLATE
ORANGES ARE AVAILABLE FROM RAWLINSONS, THAT'S ALL.

I'M A NAKED WOMAN IN SILHOUETTE WITH A GUN.

ANYONE... ANYONE WANT TO JOIN ME?

WHICH WAS ONE OF HER COMPLICATIONS AT THE END.

I ALWAYS LEAVE THIS HERE,
SO I'M ALWAYS ON THE TELLY.

- I SPEAK NO OTHER LANGUAGE. DRINK?
- YEAH. BIG SHOT OF DIRECTOR'S BITTER.

# HIT ME! HIT ME... #
ONLY A FEW MORE NIGHTS IN THE CARAVAN.

I'VE GOT A LIST HERE.

- YOU REALLY HAVE GOT A LOT OF ISSUES.
- YEAH. OF "WHAT CAR?" MAGAZINE.

LOADS OF WOMEN TALKING BLABBERING CRAP?

"SHALL I LET YOU WALK ALL OVER ME?

LET'S JUST FINISH YOUR NECK OFF NOW
WITH SOME FINAL SUDS.

- WHAT IS IT YOU WANT?
- THE TRAIN FOR LOWESTOFT.

# GLANG GLANGA-LANGA LANGA LANGA LANGA LANG

- THAT WAS A LOW POINT.
- THESE TAX PEOPLE CAN STAY INDEFINITELY.