# TELL YOU WHAT. TELL YOU WHAT
IT'S NINE AND A HALF THOUSAND POUNDS #

(BLOWS RASPBERRY)

I WAS TECHNICALLY IN CHARGE OF A MOTOR VEHICLE THEN.

AT YOUR AGE, IT'S STILL ILLEGAL.
YOU DON'T WANT TO END UP IN PRISON.

# WILLY GOES THERE AND WILLY
GOES THERE AND THERE... #

- I'LL GO FOR THE HEAD.
- I'M THE TERMINATOR!

IT WAS MY UNDERSTANDING IN THE LIFT
THAT NO MONEY WOULD CHANGE HANDS.

IT'S JUST COMING UP TO 5.35 A.M.

I WENT TO A FUNERAL, WHICH WAS VERY SAD,

THEN IT CUTS TO JAMES - ROGER MOORE -
AND, YES, HE'S WITH A LADY.

THIS IS LOVELY, THIS.
IT'S SORT OF LIKE AN OLD LADY'S HAIR.

- YOU GOT IT?
- YES.

IT'S TWO MINUTES TO ONE
SO WE'LL GO TO DAVE CLIFTON.

COULD I HAVE YOUR AUTOGRAPH?

I'D LIKE TO THROW CABBAGES, HOT BOVRIL AND GRAVEL.

IT'S 4.50 AM.

- STILL WATCHING YOU, ALAN.
- I KNOW.

# HE PAINTED KIDS ON THE CORNER
OF THE STREET WITH THE SPARKING CLOGS