- ARE YOU SACKING ME? YOU ROTTEN SHIT!
- YOU'RE A ROTTEN SHIT, TOO. GET YOUR COAT!

SEE YOU NEXT WEEK, THEN.

OH, COME ON!

SHOULDN'T WORRY ABOUT IT.

- YOU'RE AWAY WITH THE HELICOPTERS.
- LIKE "MASH". THAT BEGINS WITH AN "M".

YEP, FAIR POINT.

THEY'RE TRAINED AND VERY RIGHT-WING.

THEY'RE QUITE NICE, I SUPPOSE, YEAH.

(LAUGHS)

- OH, THERE YOU ARE.
- HOW ARE YOU, MR PARTRIDGE?

YEAH, JUST MOVED IN, LAST WEEK.

WHY DON'T YOU TWO BUY THE HATCHET
OVER A COFFEE? AFTER YOU, LYNN.

AUGUST BUCKED THE TREND
FOR A DOWNTURN IN FIREPLACE SALES...

- DO YOU WANT SOME CHEESE?
- NO, THANK YOU.

GO TO THE FRONT OF THE BUFFET QUEUE.

- THEY'RE NOT DEAF OFFENDERS?
- THEY'RE JUST DEAF.

- SHALL WE PUT THE LIGHTS ON?
- NEVER MIND THAT.

AND I'LL BE ALAN PARTRIDGE!