- WHEN DID YOU GET THIS CALL?
- THREE MINUTES AGO.

- YES, THAT'S RIGHT.
- WHAT DO I OWE YOU?

I HAVE MENTAL HEALTH PROBLEMS.

WITH THE APOLLO 11 SPACE MISSION.

- SMELL THE CHEESE.
- NO, I DON'T WANT TO.

- A BOWL OF BREAD THERE.
- WHAT'S THAT FOR?

STATISTICALLY, ONE OF YOU IS,
AND TWO OF YOU ARE GAY.

LYNN, ARE THOSE YOUR MOTHER'S CATARACT GLASSES?

I CAN'T BREATHE.

OH, I COME FROM ACTON IN WEST LONDON.

PEOPLE ALWAYS GO ON ABOUT SPACE,
BUT PEOPLE FORGET YOU CAN GET LOST IN SPACE.

- NOT EVEN IF SHE WAS A BADGER.
- YOU HAVE TO CONTROL THEM. THEY'VE GOT TB.

OK, SMALL TALK.

ON THE PHONE GOING,
"A WHOLE SUBMARINE? YOU'RE JOKING?

YET EVERYONE KNOWS
I WILL BE IN SWAFFHAM AT 3 P.M.

- HELLO, ALAN.
- HELLO.

YOU SEND IT FOR AN MOT
AND THEY FIND SOME CHAP'S RIBS IN THE OIL SUMP.

SO THEY CAN ONLY BE IDENTIFIED
BY REFERENCE TO THEIR DENTAL RECORDS?